If Su Zizhan were just Su Zizhan, then no matter what Su Zishe said, he could have endured it.
Yet regrettably, Su Zizhan's brain was crammed with Huaiyu's memories, from being born to dying, from death to life, and then forcefully tearing his soul from his body, spanning four hundred years. The agony endured by the Soul Sending Technique was unimaginable to ordinary people. To this day, even a single word from Su Zishe was like a thousand knives gouging at his heart.
And yet, Su Zishe just wouldn't pass up any chance to gouge his heart.
Su Zishe walked down the steps and stood in front of Su Zizhan, looking at his trembling body, his vicious mockery grew even worse, undisguised venom in his voice, "You've lived two lifetimes and are equally worthless in both. What do you have to brag about in front of me?"
Su Zizhan's hand clenched tightly, his eyes emitting a blood-red light as he said word by word, "It's not your place to mock me."
