Shen Tian helplessly wiped his sweat as he felt the enthusiasm of the many disciples below the Saint Mountain before taking a look at Fang Chang, who was filled with resentment.
I just wanted to keep a low profile and stay on the mountain quietly, cultivating to the Mahayana stage before going out.
So why do people keep coming to look for trouble? The halo on my head has already turned green!
Also, Master Sacred Leader, could you be less exaggerating when boasting about your disciple?
I am a young paragon that has formed an unparalleled Dharmic foundation and will lead the sacred ground to prosperity!?
Why don't you hope for me to become the paragon and upgrade the sacred ground to Heavenly Courts!?
What should I do now?
Shen Tian's eyes wandered along the people, thinking of ways to reduce his presence.
