The insults from Yin were not delivered with rage, but with a cold, analytical scorn that made them cut deeper. They were designed to provoke, to find cracks in the cold arrogance that Nian Shi had cultivated over eons.
Nian Shi, however, did not flare with anger. His mismatched eyes merely narrowed a fraction, his expression remaining one of cold, analytical indifference. The words seemed to slide off him, failing to find purchase in his monumental ego.
"Is that so?" Nian Shi's voice was flat, devoid of any emotion that Yin might prey upon. He stared at Yin, his gaze piercing. "And you, the legendary Chasm of Uncreation, the great equal to the Creator herself... is this all you have? Petty taunts and the same tired tricks of negation?"
