As soon as she spoke, a faint laugh emerged among the disciples of Red Flame Mountain—an unmistakably mocking laugh, and there was no need for anyone to point out who the object of mockery was.
However, the disciples of Red Flame Mountain merely let out some snickers, after all, the might of Elder Zhu was not something they could afford to offend.
Zhuo Yingkang's heart, which had been tense, now harbored a trace of a smile at this moment—he felt that the matter was already resolved.
Flowerless Valley and Sword Burial Palace were allied, and since the number one figure of Sword Burial Palace had spoken, Old Ghost Zuo of Flowerless Valley would surely give face.
Zheng Ming had definitely shot himself in the foot this time—haha, he would let him have it in just a moment, and let him understand that ridiculing him would lead to no good end.