Zong Yue had once relied on his grandfather's prestige and power, rarely putting anyone else in his eyes. He had offended many people, and now that his grandfather was dead, his true nature—golden jade on the outside, rotten cotton within—was exposed without reservation. Dai Jincheng had previously been humiliated by Zong Yue, so he felt no pressure at all when mocking him now.
Zong Yue's face turned ashen. With a cold snort, he turned and left. Though the dark-faced young man had not yet passed the final assessment, judging from the ability he had displayed, he would most likely have no problem. Besides, Zong Yue could no longer stand being ridiculed by these people.
As he left, Zong Yue shot Lu Xiaotian, who had begun refining the second batch of pills, a venomous look. If he got the chance, he would definitely make this bastard pay! And those people who had laughed at him—if he encountered them outside Pill King City someday, there would always be a chance for revenge. His grandfather had been both a Nascent Soul Cultivator and a grandmaster alchemist. The wealth he had left behind was beyond what ordinary cultivators could imagine.
Compared to the surprise of Ruan Biru and the others, and Zong Yue's resentment, Xiao Yun and Xiao Heibao trembled uncontrollably all over after exchanging a glance. If the occasion had not been inappropriate, the two of them would have been unable to stop themselves from shouting aloud. Xiao Heibao in particular recalled something Lu Xiaotian had said to him in Cloudflight City.
"If you can seize the opportunity, it would not be impossible to grant you a chance to form your Golden Cores." Now that he thought back on it, Xiao Heibao found Lu Xiaotian before him increasingly unfathomable. He was likely far