Weilong's sudden accusation had undoubtedly shocked everyone.
Everyone here knew a thing or two about reading people. From the moment he sat down, this man had clearly been displeased, yet had kept his feelings bottled up. Even when the other demigod from Spirit Ash stepped forward, he hadn't voiced his support.
That was hardly the attitude of someone who had come to terms with things. If anything, it had made people uneasy, like they were waiting for a time bomb to go off.
It turned out that their concern had been justified. But the target of the explosion—why had he turned on one of their own?
Ni Huayuan, who had just been the lone voice raising doubts, now had a spectacular expression on his face.
"Why would you think that... I don't understand..."
"You really don't understand? Heh..."
Faced with Ni Huayuan's question, which came through gritted teeth and even carried a hint of grievance, Weilong gave a cold laugh, completely unmoved.
"You used to be quite good, too. Your personality was a little extreme, but before Ian came along, you were one of the people I had the highest hopes for in all of Spirit Ash. Who would have thought you'd become so narrow-minded?"
"Weilong, what exactly do you mean?"
Having been stabbed in the back out of nowhere, Ni Huayuan was completely dumbfounded. Professor Yang, who had just been told to keep quiet, finally couldn't hold back.
"I just don't want to be used."
Weilong shot him a cold glance. His gaze was so fierce and brutal that Professor Yang was silenced once again.
"You knew you couldn't match Li Weixuan's talent. You'd kept a low profile in all sorts of situations over the years, but Ian's arrival was more than you could stand."
Weilong turned to Ni