The small crowd of onlookers wasn't standing very far away from Jing Yan, and they were being loud, as well. Jing Yan could hear every word they said quite clearly.
After hearing them, Jing Yan simply frowned.
People like that were everywhere, after all.
When Jing Yan had been the number one genius of Dong Lin City, he was the object of envy and jealousy of countless warriors. Now he was no longer on a pedestal. If no one had mocked him now that he had fallen, the world would have been too pretty to be real.
Those people were probably thinking, "So Jing Yan, weren't you a big shot in the past, eh? Didn't you throw our weight around? Weren't you invincible?
"Well, look at you now.
"You're no longer important, I take it? You're not even anywhere near us common warriors, right?
"Hmph, to think that you were once a big shot!"
