"Hey, isn't that Mu Haoran, president of the Kendo Club?"
Xia Ping recognized Mu Haoran too and greeted him warmly. "Long time no see. You look full of energy. You went three years without advancing to the Martial Master Realm, but now you've finally made it. Have you been taking pills?"
Taking your sister's pills!
Mu Haoran's face turned green, and he couldn't help clenching his fists. He'd spent three whole years at the ninth level of the Martial Artist Realm on purpose, all so he could enter the Cloud Mist Mountain Range.
Now that he was in the Cloud Mist Mountain Range, he naturally no longer needed to keep his cultivation suppressed. He'd broken through to the Martial Master Realm in one go.
But in this bastard's mouth, he'd become a good-for-nothing who could only advance by taking pills. Xia Ping was clearly mocking him, slapping him in the face in front of everyone.
"Oh, isn't that Ju Zijian, president of the Blade Technique Club? I didn't expect you to be here too." Xia Ping ignored Mu Haoran and greeted Ju Zijian as well. "You look pretty presentable now. Why didn't you say hello to me earlier? Did advancing to the Martial Master Realm make your head swell so much that you've started looking down on everyone?!"
Swollen your ass!
Ju Zijian's mouth twitched. His lungs were about to burst with anger, and he was seething with resentment. Why did he have to greet a shameless, despicable person like Xia Ping every time they met?
If he didn't say hello, this bastard accused him of getting conceited and looking down on everyone. What the hell? He'd never met anyone who could insult people like this. He kind of wanted to punch Xia Ping in the face.
"That's enough!"
Su