"So that's the legendary Song Wanning?"
"Other than being pretty, she doesn't look all that special..."
"Well, she's got a good master. Of course her status would rise with it..."
"Exactly. You can only blame yourself for not having any connections, hahaha!"
"..."
A group of people bantered below the battle stage. They made no effort to lower their voices, and all sorts of acidic remarks reached Song Wanning's ears.
The corner of her lip curled as she swept her gaze over the few who were chattering most gleefully.
The disciples stiffened. Averting their eyes guiltily, they didn't dare meet her gaze again.
"Junior Sister Song, my apologies!"
Lin Hao twirled the long staff in his hands, his expression turning serious.
He absolutely could not afford to screw this up. Otherwise, he couldn't imagine how badly he'd be mocked.
"My apologies."
Song Wanning's expression was placid. The tip of her sword scraped lightly across the ground, her fighting spirit soaring.
