The End Of The Trials (2)

Zuo Shangchen fanned himself gently with a magnificent smile on his face. His every syllable was like a sharp awl, piercing into the black-clothed elder's heart.

"Zuo Shangchen!"

The old man's face darkened, "This matter has nothing to do with the Dark Yin Palace. You shut your mouth."

"Hehe." Zuo Shangchen laughed frostily as a trace of a mocking smile appeared in his phoenix-like eyes, "What? Could it be that the Martial Honor, the Honorable Sir Lingshang, wishes to cause trouble for me, a person younger than him by one generation? Or should we say, that such is the way of the Spirit Sect?"

"Wait!"