"What a blade-like tongue you two possess, daring to tarnish the Bai Clan's reputation, yet failing miserably to a mere Xiantian realm warrior.
I wonder, are you truly worthy of the accolades you've received after losing so pitifully to an Origin Core Realm cultivator?" A voice rang out from the crowd, dripping with playful mockery but carrying an unmistakable edge of hostility.
The speaker, a pale-faced youth garbed in a white robe, stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with cold amusement.
Wei Zhuling and Yun Hongyi followed the familiar voice, their faces instantly hardening as they locked eyes on an unforgettable figure.
"You..."
They growled in unison, their fists clenching at the sight of Xiao Ming, the source of their previous humiliations.
The memories of their time within the vast Miniverse Scroll came rushing back. Throughout their stay, they hadn't once crossed paths with Xiao Ming.
