Wu Yan was stunned. He had asked about Ying Baiwu's ancestor just because he was curious and wanted to know if her clan had any major characters.
A peerless-grade saint-tier cultivation art was able to let a clan prosper for several hundred years. After all, something like a cultivation art would be able to be passed down as long as the descendants weren't too stupid. It was extremely beneficial to them.
But what was the young girl's reply?
Her cultivation art was taught to her by her teacher?
Wu Yan subconsciously glanced at Sun Mo as the word 'wastrel' appeared in his mind.
Wu Yan's personal teacher, the great teachers in the surroundings of the stage, as well as the audience in the spectator stands were all looking at Sun Mo with stunned expressions. They didn't know what they should say.
"Is this fellow crazy?"
