Those few exchanges seemed disjointed, as though concealing subtle barbs, but there was really nothing so elaborate about them. They were simply meeting point with point.
When the Brocade-Clad Young Man asked whether Zhao Layue was a fellow Daoist from the Green Mountain Sect, he had not introduced himself first. His expression was also cold, which was somewhat impolite.
Zhao Layue glanced at Jing Jiu because she wanted to know how he intended to respond.
From the exchange between the Brocade-Clad Young Man and Consort Hu, the woman from the Hanging Bell Sect had vaguely guessed his identity and was shocked into silence. Even little Se Se was somewhat uneasy.
The Brocade-Clad Young Man's status was indeed exalted, and his cold attitude toward the Green Mountain Sect was understandable.
-the reigning Divine Emperor trusted the Fruitful Accomplishment Temple most, but the Imperial Clan had always been closest to the Zhongzhou Sect.
As a sect equal in renown to the Zhongzhou Sect, and its competitor for leadership of the orthodox path for over a thousand years, the Green Mountain Sect naturally could not expect goodwill from members of the Imperial Clan. Especially given the Brocade-Clad Young Man's identity, if he wanted the Zhongzhou Sect's full support, he had to express an unambiguous attitude at all times and on every occasion.
All of this was understandable.
Jing Jiu understood it perfectly well, but he would not make allowances for it, because he did not care about the other party's identity at all.
His attitude was even more explicit than the Brocade-Clad Young Man's.
He spoke directly to the little girl and asked her name, as though the Brocade-Clad Young Man did not exist.
This was what it meant to disregard someone.
The Brocade-Clad Young Man narrowed his eyes and said nothing more.