Wei Yunqing had never suffered such humiliation before—and at the hands of a group of Wei family members whose cultivation was inferior to hers. She felt that her dignity had been thrown to the ground and trampled beneath the feet of her other brothers and sisters. This was something she could not tolerate.
After smashing everything in the room that could be smashed, she sat cross-legged on the floor, her face dark as she began to recall the events from beginning to end.
Half an hour later, Wei Yunqing took a deep breath. She felt that she had been too rash this time. Her tremendous leap in cultivation had made her somewhat lightheaded, and she had taken it for granted that the Wei family disciples would follow her lead. Yet she had forgotten that everyone harbored jealousy. The other Wei family disciples were jealous of her—that was why they had treated her this way.
If the Wei family disciples had known what she was thinking, they would surely have sneered at her. Cultivation alone was far from enough to win people's respect. From the moment she had been knocked off the arena, every Wei family disciple could see that her cultivation did not match her actual abilities. It was clearly watered down.
Coupled with the fact that she was only six years old—saying she had no life experience whatsoever would not have been an exaggeration—it was even harder for her to convince others. Then there were her ridiculous antics, dragging all the Wei family disciples into that meaningless contest. The Wei family disciples had not cursed her out only because of her good aptitude. Had it been any other disciple, Wei Yunting would have whipped them long ago.
This alone showed that Wei Yunqing was an extremely selfish and self-serving