The kneeling rogue cultivator kept kowtowing without pause. Rather than feeling any resentment at the Artifact Refining Pavilion cultivator's mockery, he became even more obsequious.
"Senior Brother is right. Those of us out there without even a proper master's lineage, aren't we just lowlifes?"
"Rats like us can only cling to this one chance and think of ways to climb upward. Only by entering a great sect can we truly count as people."
The leading rogue cultivator, being gnawed upon by the vicious ghost, closed his eyes in pain. Beside him, Fourth Brother, who was more severely injured, had already fainted.
No matter how hard he tried, he could not understand why the other man could be so contemptible.
He had invited him to join them precisely because he had seen that the man likewise had the courage to raise a blade against those from the great sects.
Yet when it came time to truly gamble with their lives, he had chosen such a cowardly betrayal!
From beginning to end, he believed he had done nothing to wrong the man. Even when he had spoken of hunting down lone great-sect disciples together afterward, he had meant it sincerely.
Could it really be as those great-sect people said? Were people like them born lowly, only able to climb higher by wagging their tails and begging for pity?
"Very good. Though you rat really are treacherous, I'll count it as a merit since you saved me a bit of effort."
Perhaps tired of laughing, the Artifact Refining Hall disciple finally raised his head.
Having received the man's promise, the rogue cultivator kowtowed even more fervently.
"Thank you, Senior Brother! Thank you, Senior Brother!"
He slowly stepped forward, and the Artifact Refining Hall disciple activated his flying sword with spiritual power.
With one