"No!" Fairy Liquè shot him a fierce glare.
"Then I have nothing to say." Divine Emperor Cangping waved his hand, then sat back down in a huff, refusing to pay any more attention to the interview crew.
"..." Fairy Liquè sighed and turned back to the camera. "It seems the Shenwu prodigies have dealt quite a blow to the 'common folk' of Luojing. How about this? Let's interview the actual contestants."
With that, she left the secluded corner and led the interview crew into the bustling crowd ahead.
The first person she interviewed was Ji Taifu of the Ji Clan.
"Young Master Taifu, if I recall correctly, you were originally ranked ninth overall. Yet without fighting a single match, you suddenly dropped to twelfth. How do you feel right now?" Fairy Liquè sincerely held the microphone before Ji Taifu and waited for his answer.
"Well..." Ji Taifu's face darkened somewhat.
Fairy Liquè looked so pretty—why did every word out of her mouth make people want to beat her up?
"Also, as one of the four ancient Saint Clans, the Ji Clan is already at the bottom of the rankings. How can you remain indifferent to such a ranking? Don't you want to revive your clan's prestige and reclaim the glory the Ji Clan deserves?"
Ji Taifu's cheek twitched slightly, and the way he looked at this "Fairy Liquè" began to turn unfriendly. "I suddenly want to hit someone."
"Who? Are you going to challenge Nangong Batian? Is the ancient Saint Clan Ji finally rising?"
"Get lost! If you don't get lost, I'll beat you up!" Ji Taifu finally roared, no longer able to endure it.
What a joke. If he could beat those people ahead of him, he would have acted long ago. Why would he wait until now?
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