Li An believed in an eye for an eye. He was a master of vengeance, but a novice at handling grace.
As he watched Ye Shuying sitting there with that composed, breezy air even offering culinary advice the roasted spirit crane meat in Li An's mouth suddenly lost its flavor. His entire goal had been to drag this "High Immortal" off his pedestal, to see him lose his cool and succumb to rage. Instead, the man had practically dismantled the pedestal himself and offered it as kindling.
"Stop acting," Li An spat, tossing a bone aside with a look of pure spite. He wiped his greasy, dirt-smudged hands onto the priceless white jade steps and leaned in close, his violet pupils fixed on Ye Shuying's eyes with predatory intensity. "Immortal Lord Ye, what exactly is your game? Every brick and blade of grass on Qingyun Peak is tied to your cultivation and your 'Way.' I've turned this place into a pigsty, and you're teaching me how to roast poultry?"
