"And you still have the nerve to talk? You were holding the array formation magical artifact I painstakingly refined, and still got cleaned up like this. You've completely thrown away the face of us Divine Peak Seven Elders!" Ao Fangchen scolded, hating iron for not becoming steel.
Facing Han Yutang, he was also somewhat helpless. Back then, seeing that his natural talent was decent and his mind fairly sharp, and that he was the descendant of his sworn big brother and fourth brother, he couldn't bring himself to refuse and took him in as a disciple. Who would have thought this fellow had been utterly spoiled by his family. Though he had some talent, he had no drive whatsoever. Since childhood he'd been arrogant, overbearing, willful and unruly. Almost twenty years old now, yet his temperament was still like a child's. There were times Ao Fangchen was so anxious he practically wanted to slap him to death and be done with it.
