"Who exactly are you?" Another questioning voice came from behind Zhang Menglong. "A competition between the top forces of Haotian Continent, is it a place for a lowly commoner like you to cause trouble?"
"Commoner?" Zhang Menglong frowned. Ever since he arrived on this Haotian Continent, he has been given all sorts of titles like "lower-class person", "low-level creature". Why is everyone on this Haotian Continent so full of superiority?"
"I'm asking you a question, are you deaf?" The young man named Jin Ruoyun continued, "Also, why did you fall from the sky? You wouldn't happen to be from the Holy Church of Shadow, would you?"
"Who I am and where I come from is none of your damn business," Zhang Menglong had no desire to respond to someone so full of superiority. "You all keep fighting, I'll find someone else to ask for directions!"
