"Let me see, what kind of riff-raff Miss Ruan has brought to our Martial God Mansion this time?"
"It's that stench again, the foul smell of inferior human stock. I suppose, Ruan Muhuan, you're so accustomed to crawling out of the lowest echelons of the continent, you don't mind the stench hanging around those people. Back then we governed different continents, but now we're forced to coexist here in Hundred Lakes Mansion. Might I trouble you to think of my nose for once? Every day, I wake up sneezing dozens of times…"
"I even asked the Immortal Families. If I have complaints about living next to a literal mountain of human refuse, I can bulldoze them straight away, and they wouldn't care."
Fei Que Martial God stood amidst the Ten Thousand Demon Soul Formation and laughed like an arrogant queen, viewing the masses as no more significant than filth and dirt.
