In the silence, the ocean beneath the terrace surged and roared.
Fan Yun once again lifted his wine glass and drained it in one gulp.
Pondering.
Ever since Ji Jue left, he began to think. No, he started even when Ji Jue mocked him with words.
Since coming to Central Earth, it had been years since anyone dared to speak to him this way.
Anger was natural, but it wasn't enough to shake his reason. So-called anger was the most meaningless thing; the more critical the moment, the more one must remain steady.
Ever since embarking on the path of Tian Yuan, he had grown accustomed to patience, accustomed to steadiness, up until now—seventy-four years, enduring countless times, even indifferent to being nicknamed 'Old Turtle.'
No matter how harsh Ji Jue's words, nor how sharp his mockery, he wouldn't lose control.
—Would you be infuriated by the loud chirping of an insect?
He just wanted to know who gave this insect such absurd courage...
