"What are you staring at, Young Master Qian told you to scram, are you deaf?"
The woman named Feng Yun pointed at Sikong Jing's nose and said, "You're just trash from Drunk Dragon Mountain, you don't belong here."
Sikong Jing stared at them and calmly asked, "Because I am from Drunk Dragon Mountain, I must give way to you?"
A corner of Feng Yun's mouth twitched upward, and she scoffed, "Of course, Drunk Dragon Mountain is full of trash, not even one has entered the Inner Palace, so shouldn't a mere ordinary student like you give way to Young Master Qian?"
Sikong Jing then realized that Drunk Dragon Mountain had no Inner Palace Students, and that in their eyes, Drunk Dragon Mountain was lousy.
Flashes of Tan Yue crossed his mind, he must be quite formidable to dare stir trouble in Xingluo Palace.
However, Sikong Jing quickly shook his head, dismissing those thoughts, and simply replied with one word: "Scram!"
