"Don't mention it."
Wu Hao glanced at her indifferently. His gaze made Bibi Dong feel as if he could see right through her clothes. "I'm just here to carry out the academy's mission."
"However—"
Wu Hao furrowed his brow and looked around. "Why is your plane so fragile?"
"The energy in the air is so thin it's appalling. I just exerted a little strength, and I felt as if the space around me was about to crack.
"And this thing you cultivate—Soul Power?"
Wu Hao pointed at Chrysanthemum Douluo, who was trembling in the distance. "That neither-man-nor-woman fellow seems to have plenty of energy inside him. How come its quality is so poor?"
"It's like a pile of cotton. It looks bulky, but one sword thrust goes straight through."
"So this is what you call a 'Titled Douluo'?"
Bibi Dong:
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Chrysanthemum Douluo:
That hit a nerve.
Every word struck home!
"You're right," Bibi Dong said with a bitter smile, not daring to argue. "We... really are weak."
"Forget it. There are advantages to being weak, too. At least you can live in comfort."
Wu Hao put away his heavy sword. Though he was bloodthirsty, he didn't kill chickens—doing so would be beneath the prestige of Jia Nan Academy.
He pulled the copy of Mad Lion Force Wang Wu had stolen from his robes and casually tossed it to Bibi Dong.
"Here. Take this piece of junk back."
Bibi Dong caught it instinctively, a flash of delight in her eyes.
"Don't get excited too soon."
Seeing her greedy look, Wu Hao doused her with a bucket of cold water. "This is only a Yellow Tier Cultivation Technique, the trashiest of trash. You won't get anywhere by cultivating it."
"And besides—"
"Without the right environment, without the rich natural energy of