When Jiang Man rushed over, he quickly checked the time.
He wasn't late.
"You're late." A displeased voice called out.
The speaker was a sturdily built man.
Every line of his physique told others that his Physical Body was exceptionally powerful.
The man's questioning gaze was intensely oppressive.
Jiang Man checked the time again. "You're the ones who came early."
The man was taken aback.
He clearly hadn't expected Jiang Man to reply that way.
They had been waiting for so long and thought the latecomer would simply apologize.
He never imagined the blame would be turned back on them.
"There's a reason you're poor," the man said.
Jiang Man looked at him, rather surprised. 'Do rich people enjoy running their mouths this much?'
'Shouldn't we be deciding what to compete for right now?'
'Time is running out. If we delay any longer, the Mid Grade Qi Refining Method will be gone.'
Jiang Man immediately reminded the man.
As for being poor, he had never cared.
