Carrying the head of Layman Red Lotus, Cheng Zhen, Zuo Fan headed straight for Red Sun Peak and placed it right in front of Xu Ziyang.
Xu Ziyang gazed at the slightly charred head, a nostalgic expression appearing on his face.
"Brother Cheng, so you're dead after all," Xu Ziyang couldn't help but remark. "I joined the sect later than him back in the day."
"He was my inferior in every way, so he assumed I was always working against him, meddling in everything I did."
At this, Xu Ziyang's tone turned scornful. "He never once considered that he himself was the reason."
"I was able to beat him, not because of some grand conspiracy, but simply because my aptitude was better and my planning was superior."
"Back then, he put on the airs of the eldest disciple, squandering his aptitude and wasting the resources that came with his position."
"It's only natural that he lost." Xu Ziyang made no attempt to hide anything, speaking as if to himself.
