Everyone watched a good show at the foot of the mountain, all holding back as they waited for the gossip to unfold.
What juicy gossip!
Huge gossip!
Was there ever such super-huge gossip!?
Sword God's Senior Disciple had been driven mad with rage and brought up the Yan Zhao Sect's leader and the Tang Sect's Young Sect Master.
The Young Sect Master had powerful backing!
Over ten thousand steps, and he'd shown off more than twenty thousand times!
Going on and on about how awesome his family was, how much prestige they had, how glorious he was supposed to look upon reaching the mountain, how the Tang Family was going to make a grand appearance in the end...
God, how annoying! So damn annoying!
It was like how everyone hated people who flaunted their wealth. I earned three thousand a month and still had to put up with Huang Silang's attitude. I could only watch talk shows and let those guys vent for me; even when taking a girl out for dinner, I had to calculate discount coupons; whenever I met my mother-in-law and she asked about cars and houses, my head started buzzing.
Then some good-for-nothing bastard appeared before you. He'd simply been born into the right family, had everything from birth, drove a sports car, and goddesses came over to humbly beg for a ride.
And he even said, "How do you live on less than two hundred thousand a month? There can't possibly be families that poor, right?"
Just tell me, was someone like that hateful or not? Annoying or not?
So on the surface, everyone greeted the Tang Sect's big shots with smiling faces, praising the Young Sect Master for being young and accomplished, praising the Tang Sect for soaring to new heights, saying that they