Ah Hu looked at Yan Zhaoge with a face full of adulation, "Young Master, you really are too awesome. This was not like back then when that old scoundrel Yan Xu was heavily injured; the Crimson Spirit Flag Master just now was at his peak condition. Whatever methods you used, facing off alone against an early Essence Spirit Martial Grandmaster and rendering him dead-you must be the first in history?"
Yan Zhaoge smiled, shaking his head, "Just like that time when Yan Xu was beaten half-dead by eldest apprentice-uncle, this time actually cannot count as well. If father captured that Crimson Spirit Flag Master alive and sealed his cultivation base before I slew him, it would still be me having rendered an early Essence Spirit Martial Grandmaster dead, but would that be a thing to be proud of? Obviously not."
Feng Yunsheng sent him a sidelong glance, "Pretend, continue to pretend, who knows how pleased with yourself you are feeling inside."
Yan Zhaoge chuckled, not speaking.