Hearing the sudden voice, Ma Junfan and Liu Qi froze. They instinctively turned around.
When they saw Jiang Shengjie's haughty, condescending pose—and especially the smug, mocking words he had just spoken—their expressions immediately turned cold.
"Jiang Shengjie, don't push it!"
Ma Junfan suppressed his anger and spoke coldly.
Ning Wangshu and Shen Chuxia, walking a little farther ahead, had also heard Jiang Shengjie's taunts. They both turned around, stopped in unison, and frowned.
Hearing Ma Junfan, Jiang Shengjie let out a scornful laugh. "Push it? Heh. Weren't you all acting so tough that day? Why are you such cowards now?"
"Besides, it was your 'master' who said to wait for me to come and slap him in the face. Now I'm here to do just that, and you're calling me out for pushing it? You've got to be kidding me!"
As he spoke, Jiang Shengjie glanced sideways at Ning Wangshu, his face full of mockery.
"You..."
Ma Junfan glared at Jiang Shengjie, furious.
Jiang Shengjie, however, didn't care in the slightest. He gave a cold snort. "You what? What, you're unhappy? You can't accept it? Heh, tough luck. Keep it to yourself!"
"I've already been acknowledged by the spirit stele, and I'll soon be joining Shangqing Palace as a disciple of the Immortal Gate. From now on, we won't even be on the same level."
"In my eyes, you're not worth a damn!"
With that, he curled his lip in disdain, wearing an unbearably arrogant expression.
Ma Junfan and Liu Qi were fuming, but they had no way to refute him.
What made it worse was that several classmates who had come out with Jiang Shengjie now joined in, sneering at the two of them.
"Ma Junfan, I remember you were the loudest one that day. You even mocked Jiang