"Weaklings who lust after beauties are bound to suffer a deadly calamity!"
Bu Xian's words landed with weight, and Lin Bai found them especially grating.
Just now, Lin Bai had explained time and again that he and Qin Yuyan had nothing more than an ordinary relationship, limited solely to that of fellow disciples. They could not even be considered friends.
Yet the message Murong Ting had asked Bu Xian to deliver to Lin Bai had sent Lin Bai into a towering rage.
Murong Ting's words were filled with disdain, contempt, and scorn for Lin Bai.
Put simply, he meant: You're a penniless nobody with no backing, no cultivation, no wealth, no master—completely empty-handed. What qualifications do you have to be with Senior Sister Qin Yuyan? I advise you not to overestimate yourself. If you insist on going your own way, I, Murong Ting, will surely kill you!
"So Senior Brother Li Yumen was right. You're too weak—and being too weak really is an unforgivable crime!"
Lin Bai gave a cold laugh. He recalled asking Li Yumen earlier why the other twelve provincial alliances wanted to deal with the Lian Province Alliance.
Li Yumen had answered that Lian Province lay on the border and had endured wars year-round, leaving it short of disciples. The Lian Province Alliance had thus fallen into a disadvantageous position. The other twelve provincial alliances thought it was too weak and all wanted to bully it.
The weak were guilty!
So long as you were strong enough, everything you did was right. Conversely, if you were too weak, everything you did was wrong—even breathing was a crime.
However, after thinking it over, Lin Bai felt that Murong Ting's words were not wrong either. Lin Bai truly had nothing: no backing, no power, no status, and no wealth