You still haven't broken through?
The calm question was tinged with a hint of curiosity.
His voice was neither loud nor soft, but it echoed perfectly throughout the training hall.
Everyone froze. Fang Jingyi and her group were also slightly stunned.
Guo Yun, who was closest, stiffened. He opened his mouth to speak, but when he came to his senses, a flicker of annoyance appeared in his eyes.
'I'm being questioned by a mud-leg?'
"It seems you have a death wish."
His voice turned cold as he dropped the pretense, threatening in a low voice only the two of them could hear.
Various possibilities surfaced in his mind. Lu Chao shrugged and started walking again.
"Sorry, I don't like talking to trash."
STEP. STEP.
With that, he brushed past him.
Trash?
Trash?!
The single, calm word echoed in Guo Yun's ears like the tolling of a great bell, setting his pride ablaze.
