The more he acted this way, the more lavishly everyone revealed approving expressions. A disciple like this truly brought immense honor to his sect. Why hadn't one like him emerged from their own sects?
Huo Lianqing looked up at Lu Tao, whose face had gone dark in the air, and burst into laughter. "This is interesting—truly too interesting. Hey! Someone actually enjoys slapping his own face. This is the disaster brought about by arrogance!" Everyone naturally knew whom he meant, and their gazes turned toward Lu Tao, whose face flickered between light and dark as though he wanted to devour someone. He had truly lost too much face. Lu Tao no longer had the face to remain here, and besides, all the disciples from his sect who had entered the Divine Ruins Realm were dead. There was no longer any meaning in his staying.
Lu Tao swept his venomous gaze over the sects gathered below. He wanted to say something, only to discover that his own earlier words had blocked off everything he could say. If he continued to speak harshly, he would only humiliate himself. Leaving behind a cold "..." he transformed into a streak of light and vanished into the distance.
Qi Fengsheng, who had been beside him, was instantly dumbfounded. He quietly drifted into the crowd in the air, trying not to stand out too much. The remaining Jueqing Palace disciples also had no face to stay at the scene. They silently flew toward their own shop. Lu Tao could leave, but they still had to remain behind for business...
"Refreshing!" Huo Lianqing looked at Ya Fuzi and laughed heartily. "Brother Fuzi, this disciple of your sect truly brings you great honor..."
A trace of self-satisfaction flashed across Ya Fuzi's face before vanishing. He fixed Shui Mingqing