Having watched the people from Three Mountains City leave in the distance, Lin Zhengren hadn't yet spoken when his younger brother, Lin Zhengli, already expressed considerable indignation, "The mountain barbarians are so disrespectful!"
This time, Lin Zhengren led the team from Wangjiang City, while Lin Zhengli, as the representative of the one-year students from the Wangjiang City Dao Academy, participated in the competition.
At the sound of this, Lin Zhengren merely smiled faintly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
The cultivators seated at the Wangjiang City table were all clad in beautiful pearls and jade, born into riches or nobility in Wangjiang City, and thus inevitably carried with them the habits of spoilt children. Even on the territory of Fenglin City, they spoke without restraint, cursing anyone they wanted.
"Wait until the start of the debate, we must teach them a lesson!"
