Hearing the unmistakable resentment in Li Hongtian's question, Zhu Xiyan glanced at him again, her expression calm. "Who I am and where I come from are none of your business."
"Whether my cultivation is at the Third Level of Xiantian is none of your business either. All you need to know is that, in my eyes, your cultivation is nothing worth mentioning."
"And likewise, your Tiandao Sect is nothing special to me. There's nothing about it worth bragging about—not even that so-called Nascent Soul ancestor of yours, Ling Daoyi. He's nothing much."
"Leaving aside the fact that secret realm immortal gates are now appearing all over the world, your Tiandao Sect—and that old fool Ling Daoyi—don't even rank anymore. Any one of those secret realm immortal gates probably has hundreds, even thousands, of people more powerful than him."
"Who does he think he is?"
"I'll surpass him one day, too. And it won't be long!"
Zhu Xiyan spoke in an even tone, yet her words—and even her expression—radiated an overwhelmingly strong confidence, a certainty that admitted no doubt.
Although Zhu Xiyan's claims were grand, even a little arrogant,
the people around her no longer thought she was blindly praising herself or just bragging.
A freshman who had only just started her first year at university might already be at the Third Level of Xiantian. Who could say for certain that she wouldn't reach the Nascent Soul Realm one day and surpass the Nascent Soul ancestor of the Tiandao Sect?
In fact, many felt that given Zhu Xiyan's circumstances, she had every right to be so proud and confident.
Some people looked at her with unmistakable admiration. A few of the male students present even gazed at her with a kind of infatuation.
"That was so badass! I never thought a