"Pfft..."
Before Xu He could reply, a mocking laugh came from beside them.
Sikong Jing saw a group of brightly dressed men and women approaching.
The man walking at the front was clad in a golden Martial Arts uniform, with an aura of supreme arrogance, acting as if he was above everyone else.
At that moment, this man laughed at Sikong Jing and said, "Of course there's a problem, because the Da He Association is the worst society in the Apprentice School Region, full of country bumpkins from the borderlands."
As soon as the words were out, the people behind the man in golden clothes burst into uproarious laughter, looking at Xu He with contempt.
Xu He's face turned red immediately, and he retorted furiously, "Tao Huai, do you think just because your family has some filthy money you can do whatever you want? So what if we're not from the Long Night Imperial City proper?"
"Holy Dragon Palace is a place where Martial Arts are valued, not money."
