Master Craftsman
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
17 was a time of youthful and brashness. Coupled with having been spoiled from childhood, Ouyang Taiyi's personality was domineering.
A raspy voice escaped Su Yu's throat, "I saved your life? I came for the snakeskin. To think that I saved someone along the way…" In other words, Su Yu was implying that Ouyang Taiyi was too full of himself.
Feeling a little ashamed, in addition to his outrage, Ouyang Taiyi let out a furious grunt. "Wretched thing! You dare patronize me?"
"Enough…" Su Yu said. He finally stopped using the Divine Ice Threads in his hand and lifted his head toward Ouyang Taiyi. "You would dare to let the words 'wretched thing' pass from your mouth? Do you have any manners? Why did I look down on you? Give me a reason to notice you."
Ouyang Taiyi was furious. "You… wretched thing—!"
Ugh—
Ouyang Taiyi had barely uttered the words when a red glow flashed before his eyes. Su Yu had teleported in front of Ouyang Taiyi, lifting his arm about to slap him!