The Cultivator in green robes was named Li Ya. He and the young man surnamed Fang were from the same sect; both were Outer Sect Disciples of the Ming Jiao.
Although he had joined the sect and begun his Qi Cultivation seven or eight years prior, he had no powerful backer or influential family. His path was arduous, and an Opportunity for Foundation Establishment was nearly impossible to find.
'What a useless oaf! His father is an alchemist in the Inner Sect, but he still cultivated such weak and unstable True Qi. He couldn't even handle a little slip of a girl! Dammit!'
A flash of jealous hatred glinted in Li Ya's eyes. To curry favor with Elder Fang and obtain more cultivation resources, he had been like a pageboy attending the Young Master, constantly at his beck and call, fawning and flattering.
'When it comes to raw talent, intellect, diligence, and effort, that son-of-a-bitch Junior Brother Fang was leagues behind me!'
