In that moment.
The entire reception area of Cangxuan Academy's inner courtyard was shrouded in fury, every inner courtyard disciple wearing a dark, sullen face, all eyes locked on Xu Yeming and Netherworld King sitting calmly at the center of the hall.
Clearly, Xu Yeming's words were like a sharpened blade, slicing right through their outer shell of pride, landing squarely on their fragile hearts.
Infuriating.
Seriously infuriating!
All the disciples gritted their teeth—don't forget, you're on our turf, right here in Cangxuan Academy!
And what's more, you're here as students for an exchange program.
But instead, you bring up the very stuff we hate to mention, just say it without giving a damn about our dignity!
Clearly, none of them ever stopped to consider it was their own issue—they were the ones mocking Xu Yeming and Netherworld King first!
This must be the curse of arrogance, always assuming you're in charge.
