"Even if I failed in the competition, it's not your place to comment!"
Lin Zhuo's expression darkened, a hint of fury on his face.
His strength was considered quite formidable, even among those at the Peak of the Eighth Layer of the Spirit Sea Realm.
But his luck had been poor. During the competition for the Xuankong Mountain spots, he had run into two Core Disciples in a row. The injuries he sustained affected his third match, and he ultimately lost his chance.
"Luo Tian, how can you speak to Senior Brother Lin like that?"
A sharp-nosed man stepped out from the crowd, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
He was none other than Elder Mao's disciple, the one Luo Tian had beaten up in the True Intent Ancient Hall.
The sharp-nosed man hadn't gotten a spot either. When he heard Lin Zhuo was looking for trouble with Luo Tian, he had rushed over to watch the spectacle.
"Oh? Still spouting so much nonsense. It seems last time's lesson wasn't enough for you!"
