As Orthodox God's thoughts drifted aloft, Baiyi beside him gracefully raised her cup and smiled as she toasted him:
"Sir, you kept me in the dark so bitterly. Your background truly is extraordinary!"
It was naturally a joke. She knew Yu Ci's origins well enough—he was not from the Siding Institute at all. And even if he had been, so what? No matter one's origins, anyone who attained True Personhood was an unparalleled talent worthy of the age. Among the four sects on the lake, ninety-nine percent would have to bow their heads before him. The barking of those narrow-minded fools had no meaning beyond delivering themselves into unfathomable danger.
Yu Ci lifted his cup in brief acknowledgment, but did not drink. Baiyi took no offense and simply drank her tea as a toast.
The bearing the two of them displayed naturally carried a hint of disregarding the other cultivators. This scene of "needle against awl" made the atmosphere around them grow ever more rigid. Those cultivators who had just exposed another's background had thought they were merely making a joke. What did this utter disregard mean?
Beside them, Bai Min felt thoroughly displeased, much of it directed at that rash cultivator. The woman beside Mr. Yu had to be the renowned Cold Smoke Lady of the lake. Though her beauty was unmatched, comparing another man's sect master with a courtesan of the lake was like slapping someone across the face upon meeting them! Anyone with even a little blood in their veins would probably have started fighting on the spot.
And Mr. Yu as well—he did not seem stupid, so why did he not understand that in such an environment, he had to act in accordance with his status? If he had not been born to some minor household,