"No wonder Xia Houzhe suffered such a big loss at his hands. You saw it too, this poise, this calmness, this temperament—is it something a Xia can compare to?"
Emperor Chu exited the Heavenly Prison, took a long breath of frustration, and began to complain to Song Zhiyuan beside him.
To be honest, engaging in straightforward verbal sparring is less infuriating, but facing someone like Chu Ze, who is impervious, makes you want to roll up your sleeves and go straight to fighting.
Song Zhiyuan opened his mouth, nearly blurting out that barking dogs don't bite, but swallowed his words back.
Can't curse, because one curse would involve this brother too, and they are blood brothers.
"If Xia Houzhe hears you, he would be furious."
Emperor Chu sneered, "Let him see for himself, otherwise he won't know how foolish he is."
Song Zhiyuan muttered, "I'd rather he be foolish, as it's easier to deal with compared to this person."
Emperor Chu fell silent.
