Although he said that it was nothing to be a dung-picker, he actually despised his father's profession in his heart. He was ashamed to be the son of a dung-picker. Just as he was desperately trying to change his fate, Beiting Huang, the most respected youth on this continent, actually told him that there was no distinction between noble and low class!
When this young man said these words, there was no pretense at all. His very calm tone made people feel that these were his most sincere words!
"Pfft!" Seeing that Beiting Huang had conquered all the new students in the square with a single move, everyone looked at her with fear and admiration. They couldn't help but feel especially indignant. "You're just a swordmaster. Become qualified to be a high-level Spirit Master before you say this!"
