The young man stared at Shun Long's yellow robes with hints of envy in his eyes, but his words still hammered down mercilessly, uncaring if they were going to ruin his hopes of ever glancing at the people in the top ranks of the Dao Tower.
And yet, Shun Long merely smiled at the young man's attempt to lower his confidence while a powerful fighting intent appeared inside his eyes as he stared at the enormous tower in front of him, while watching the line moving forward slowly.
''Hmph.''
The young man harrumphed when he saw Shun Long's smile, making him feel like he was being mocked while inwardly he thought to himself
''Just wait until you enter the Dao Tower. Outer disciple of the Holy sect or not, no one will give a damn about your identity in there!''
Without another word, the young man angrily turned around and stared at the Dao Tower as he eagerly waited for his turn to come.
