Shen Mingshu stood by the pool, looking down at him with disdain. "I am a Mystic Master. Do you not understand human speech?"
Yin Zhuo remained silent for a moment, then stubbornly clung to his own theory. "How could you possibly be a Mystic Master? You must be a thousand-year-old demon! You likely received some guidance from a Mystic Master and learned a few superficial Mystic Arts!"
Shen Mingshu clicked her tongue and shook her head, a flame igniting in her palm. "You are too stubborn. I wouldn't mind straightening out your stiff bones."
Chapter 112