"Who dared speak so rudely?"
The female cultivators turned toward the source of the voice.
The independent cultivators living here had enjoyed the benefits brought by the tide of the times, yet limited by their own talent and circumstances, they had been unable to achieve a true leap in social standing.
As the saying went best:
The more one lacked something, the more one cared about it.
To these independent cultivators of the city, great cultivators ought to observe proper decorum in every word and gesture. Raising a challenge so casually made him no different from those newcomers they looked down upon, struggling to make a living in the Lower District.
"Isn't seeing for oneself supposed to mean seeing it with one's own eyes? To jump to a conclusion so lightly—if the facts differ, wouldn't that only make you embarrass yourself?"
Faced with the challenge, the newcomer's words did not waver in the slightest.
Under the gaze of the crowd, a male cultivator in a black robe stepped over the threshold. The formations Meng Huai'an had spent immense effort and money building together seemed as though they did not exist before him.
The young man was handsome and erect. Everyone present found him vaguely familiar, yet none could remember where they had seen him before.
Still, seeing how he treated the many formations as nothing, they knew he had to be a cultivator of formidable cultivation.
At that thought, the gazes of the female cultivators present immediately softened considerably.
Cultivators had always respected strength above all else. Even though the present age stood amid great upheaval, and a person's status was no longer determined solely by cultivation with one stroke of the knife, among those seated high above, who truly lacked even a shred of cultivation to rely upon?
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