"Second Young Master, on what grounds do you call him trash? You just admitted you're no match for him yourself. Doesn't that mean you consider yourself even worse than trash?!"
The Supreme Elder pressed his advantage relentlessly, speaking each word with biting clarity.
"Supreme Elder, I was wrong."
Shen An took a deep breath, lowered his head, and cast a cold, sharp glance at the purple-clad youth standing in the distance confronting his father, Shen Dong. A chilling glare flashed in his eyes.
He didn't dare harbor resentment toward the Shen family's Supreme Elder, so he could only vent all his frustration on Duan Lingtian.
"Hmph!"
The Supreme Elder let out a cold snort, then turned his gaze to the purple-clad youth in the distance, his eyes turning extremely solemn.
Chapter 842