Ink filled Qiao Muâs face, and she pulled out her identity tablet and showed it to the stupefied guards of the City Lordâs Estate near them. âSeize her!â
âHigh rankâ was carved onto the back of the tablet!
She was a distinguished guest from the central district!
Silence descended on the plaza in the blink of an eye.
Even the three mentors, who were sitting behind the long table and giving guidance assessments to the queuing children, stood up and looked at the commotion with bemusement.
Qiao Congâs rage hit the ceiling, and a layer of mystic energy enveloped his fist. He furiously charged toward Qiao Mu and swung his fist toward her face. âB*tch! Die!â
âYou arrogant fool.â Qiao Mu caught his fist.
Qiao Congâs eyes shot open in shock. He knew very well how fast he charged over, but this little girl who was two years younger than him actually⊠caught his fist!
âAre you amazing simply because youâre a mystic cultivator? Can you abuse other peopleâs lives simply because youâre a mystic cultivator? A mere level one mystic cultivator has his nose up in the heavens! You are the true piece of trash!â The little girlâs voice was flat but everyone present could hear the chilliness in it.
Crack!
âAhâAHHHHH!â The pain that radiated from his wrist being snapped broken caused Qiao Cong to involuntarily let out a terrible cry.
âMystic cultivators also know how to cry?â The little girl derisively sneered. Her words sent a torrential coldness into its listenersâ heartsâŠ