Chi Jingzi hurried all the way to Shouyang Mountain.
There, he saw Guang Chengzi leading seven other Personal Disciples of the Exposition Sect in digging a drainage ditch.
Members of the Human Race they once looked down on were berating them to their faces. Apart from Guang Chengzi, Cihang, True Person Taiyi, and the others all looked resentful, but not one dared let it out.
"Second Senior Brother, is that Guang Chengzi? Am I seeing things?"
"If you mean the one digging the ditch, then no, you aren't," Chi Jingzi murmured.
He had thought he had changed a great deal. He hadn't expected Guang Chengzi to change just as much.
For so long, Guang Chengzi and the others had taken pride in being Personal Disciples of the Exposition Sect and disciples of a Saint.
No one in Hong Huang dared cross them. People backed away at the mere mention of their names.
But the Human Race was the exception. Their status as a Saint's disciples meant nothing here.
The Human Race would teach them that a full stomach mattered more than status.
"So what if you're disciples of a Saint?"
"Isn't the Holy Mother of the Human Race a Saint too?!"
"Aren't the Fire Emperor, Sui Huang, and the Clothes Ancestor Saints too?!"
"First Ancestor Xuan Du can stand on equal footing with Saints through his Quasi-Saint cultivation and command of the Kongtong Seal!"
The status the Exposition Sect disciples prized carried little weight with the Human Race.
The Exposition Sect disciples served a Saint, but so did the Interception Sect disciples.
Just look at the others: they had more Merit, better character, and a friendlier manner. What did these disciples have to offer? Nothing.
In the past, if anyone had shown them such disdain, the Exposition Sect disciples would