At that moment, Long Jing, who had also attended the banquet, suddenly spoke loudly. "Senior Brother Ling Qi, although the Sword Clan initiate is formidable, you really don't need to take him to heart right now. For all you know, he might die one day."
"So-called Sword Clan members are, bluntly put, nothing but heretical demons and crooked paths—a shortcut for bottom-feeding trash to cultivate."
"No matter how much bottom-feeding trash jumps around, they can never truly possess noble bloodlines."
He had deliberately raised his voice. Long Jing was intentionally striking at Sikong Jing, while taking the opportunity to disparage the Sword Clan's cultivation methods.
The people present burst into laughter at Long Jing's words. They deliberately discussed all the various ways Sword Clan initiates had died, causing some people who had wanted to befriend Sikong Jing to beat a retreat.
It also cast a thick shadow over Sikong Jing's astonishing performance just now.
Yet just then, a cool female voice suddenly rang out. "Senior Brother Sikong, let me toast you."
The voice sounded...
All the geniuses, including Liu Shun, turned to look at once, only to see Tao Qi actually taking the initiative to offer Sikong Jing a toast.
Everyone present was taken aback.
Even Sikong Jing was somewhat surprised as he looked up, but he still rose and returned the toast. "Senior Sister Tao Qi, cheers!"
Their cups lightly clinked, and they drained them in one gulp.
Tao Qi turned and coolly departed. Sikong Jing sat back down and continued speaking quietly with Su Yuexi, Zhan You, and the others.
As if it had been nothing more than an inconsequential clinking of cups, as if nothing had happened at all.
At last, after Tao Qi left, Junior Brother Gu could not help asking, "What did Tao Qi mean