Seeing Chen Changming remain so calm, Geng Li'an gradually calmed down as well.
He took a deep breath, reined in his anger, and nodded.
He had to admit that Chen Shan's composure was indeed stronger than his.
If it had been him receiving such mockery, he feared he would have lost his temper long ago.
Just then, the crowd automatically parted to either side, opening up a path.
Accompanied by a group of outer sect disciples, Han Tian walked onto the square as though the stars surrounded the moon.
He was still dressed in white, standing with his hands behind his back. His face was cold and stern, and his gaze carried a hint of arrogance that seemed innate.
More than a dozen people followed behind Han Tian, each wearing an ingratiating smile, as though following him made them somehow superior to others.
As Han Tian walked over, he had heard the crowd's laughter and seen Geng Li'an leave the crowd.
With his hands behind his back, he casually swept his gaze over Chen Changming. The corners of his lips curled slightly, revealing an expression that was not quite a smile.
"Junior Brother Chen truly is fortunate..."
Han Tian spoke slowly. His voice was neither loud nor soft, yet it carried clearly across the entire square. "Your talent is lacking, your cultivation is lacking, yet your luck is surprisingly good. Of the five people with one Divine Leaf, four failed, and only you succeeded. That kind of luck—tsk, tsk—you must have green smoke rising from your ancestral graves."
"Haha, that's right! Senior Brother Han is right!"
"It's already good enough for someone with one leaf to remain. What achievements could he possibly hope for?"
A round of low laughter and agreement rose from the crowd.
The outer sect disciples following