These native Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal factions were no simple matter either.
As they walked, the number of people around them gradually dwindled instead.
"Well, if it isn't Young Master Wang. What's this? Young Master Wang has been out training for over ten thousand years—could it be that he's returned this time to take part in the Grand Competition?"
"What are you being so sarcastic for? Who doesn't know that our Young Master Wang is the Wang Family's number one prodigy? So what if he's come back to participate in the Grand Competition? For all we know, even the position of clan head might be Young Master Wang's."
"Hehe, let's hope so."
Just then, two sarcastic voices rang out. Wang Tian looked up to see two men standing not far away, arms folded as they mocked him.
The people around them, meanwhile, kept far away, looking as though they feared getting dragged into trouble.
Pair after pair of eyes looked at the two of them as if they were idiots.
Wang Tian was the only son of the third branch. Even if he were trash, his status was still far superior to that of two collateral descendants like them.
Now that they had mocked Wang Tian to his face, he could kill them outright if he wished.
The others all stared unblinkingly at Wang Tian, wanting to see what choice he would make.
The scene of Wang Tian flying into a rage that everyone had imagined never appeared. Wang Tian merely gave the two a faint look and let out a soft chuckle before leading Ye Lin and Li Xiaoyao around them, leaving on his own.
Wang Tian had cultivated from the Mahayana realm to the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal realm entirely through his own efforts. His composure had long