Wang Shaofeng is the quintessential disciple of the Golden Roc Hall. Compared to Wang Shaofeng, Chu Yang felt immensely inadequate, so inferior it was almost unbearable. Now, Qi Tian had somehow mustered the gall to stand at the front door of the Golden Roc Hall, brazenly challenging its disciples. Was he courting death?
"Qi Tian, can we stop joking around? This place isn't for jokes. If you offend the brothers here, the consequences will be beyond what you can bear." said Chu Yang. "Don't you know what place this is? Many masters and elders' chosen disciples reside in the Golden Roc Hall. The exceptional disciples the Imperial Master Mansion recruits every time are crammed in here. Even those foundation establishment stage cultivators without a position and engrossed in practice are accommodated in the Golden Roc Hall. You challenging here, is like seeking trouble with a tiger."
