Fishing. What a beautiful pastime!
Jiang Yi's smile only widened at these words, showing not a hint of the anger or embarrassment one would expect from being insulted.
He wanted the Yangshen Taisui, but he was unwilling to kill for treasure like the Ancient Demon Cultivators of old. It was too disgraceful.
After all, he was now the "fated one" chosen by the goddess.
'The foundations of Demon Cultivators from Branch Sect Dharma Lineages are just too shallow. They take the bait with a single tug.'
'If this were someone from a Grand Sect or an Ancestral Sect, they'd probably be more cautious.'
The thought flashed through Jiang Yi's mind. He wanted to say a few more words, to play his part and really sell the narrative that he was being forced to retaliate.
But Kang Lanyun, riding his Kui Water True Qi, had already lost all patience. He shouted coldly:
"You blind fool! You don't even realize you've offended a High Cultivator, and you drag your feet even when apologizing!
