Gan Zirui's face was white as a sheet, his guilt from being exposed written all over his face. That originally decent and righteous face of his immediately became twisted and, seemingly too lazy to keep up the pretense any longer, he then glared at Qi Chengyu. "I intentionally did those things, but so what? Your cultivation was taught by me. Even if I took it back, what's wrong with that?" Qi Chengyu clenched her fists tighter as blood started to seep out of her palms.
Gan Zirui's glare grew sharper, even containing a hint of madness. "Back in the day, I had good faith and took you in as my disciple. I don't know what methods you used to complete your Nascent Soul Formation within a hundred years, but I wasted 300 years before perfecting my Golden Core. What gives you the right to be ahead of me?"
