Qin Xiaozhu's ideals were quite grand.
But reality was always quite stark.
Not to mention, there's another important rule in this world—a thousand times do not make a flag lightly!
So, after Qin Zi drank his own poisonous milk, he hadn't been in the trial space for long before he was blocked.
"Swish!"
A beam of light flew in from afar, aggressive and carried a gust of wind, leaving Qin Zi's hair in disarray.
"I heard that you made outrageous remarks in the crowd, looking down on our Beifeng Mountain Han Family?"
A young man in a yellow robe hovered in the air, standing with his hands behind his back, looking coldly down at Qin Zi.
This was a Seven Heavenly Layer Saint!
"Han Family? I didn't."
Qin Zi was momentarily stunned, then quickly shook his head in denial.
"Hmph, are you saying that the person who ridiculed the Han Family as being no better than that isn't you?"
The young man in the yellow robe frowned and questioned.
"It's not."
