Upon hearing Lian Ting's words, Su Mo's expression darkened slightly. He was in a hurry to leave Qianyuan City—how could he have time to waste on these people?
Moreover, these people had clearly come with ill intent.
In the distance, many disciples were watching. Lian Ting and the others were about to make trouble for Shangguan Hao, and they had been silently observing all along.
"Everyone, I still have matters to attend to. Forgive me for not accompanying you!" Su Mo cupped his fists and prepared to walk around them.
Whoosh!
Lian Ting flashed forward and blocked Su Mo's path.
"Junior Brother Shangguan, so many senior brothers have invited you. Are you really going to refuse us this much face?" Lian Ting asked with narrowed eyes.
"Why should I give you face?" Su Mo shook his head indifferently, then turned and strode away.
He could not be bothered with people harboring ill intentions.
"You...!"
Having been rebuffed again, fury surged within Lian Ting, and a cold gleam flickered in his eyes.
"Too arrogant!"
"Truly detestable!"
"What insolence!"
The other disciples who had come with Lian Ting were all furious. A mere ant from the lower realms dared to be this rampant? It was simply beyond reason.
Lian Ting then gave everyone a look. The disciples flashed about, and in the blink of an eye, they had surrounded Su Mo.
"Shangguan Hao, aren't you being a little too arrogant?"
Lian Ting came before Su Mo again, his face gloomy.
"What exactly do you want?" Su Mo demanded sharply. He was angry too. These people had come looking for trouble time and again—what exactly were they plotting?
"Shangguan Hao, I heard that your talent is extraordinary, that you have earned the Hall Master's favor, and that Heaven Nine Hall was bestowed upon