"You piece of trash, are you also here for the Spirit Master Level Appraisal?" Seeing Beiting Huang being escorted by the crowd, Beiting Han jumped out of the queue like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He pointed at Beiting Huang and asked in disbelief.
"What? A piece of trash like you is allowed to do the appraisal, but I'm not allowed to do the appraisal?" Beiting Huang stood with her arms crossed and her delicate chin raised slightly. She looked at Beiting Han as if he was dead.
