"You... you dare speak to me like that!" The disciple from the Sword Concealment Manor's face changed, and he flew into a rage.
"How else do you want me to speak to you? Should I sing it?"
Qin Li looked at the man before him as if he were an idiot, shook his head helplessly, and turned to Shangguan Shiyu. "Shiyu, let's go."
Shangguan Shiyu nodded obediently. She had no fondness for these so-called disciples of great clans and major sects, either.
"Who the hell do you think you are? A little bastard from a family on the verge of being wiped out! Don't think you can be so arrogant just because you have a bit of strength!" This young disciple from the Sword Concealment Manor had spent his entire life as the center of attention. He had never suffered such disrespect and began to lash out without thinking.
"Who are you talking about?"
Qin Li's eyes shot out two cold glints as he stared icily at the Sword Concealment Manor disciple's face.
"How dare you!"
