"This bow is for the fallen predecessors of the Yinming Sect, not for you, Senior."
Chu Ning stood up straight, standing tall.
His plain words somehow made Qu Xiangming's body stiffen.
"I scorn your bow," Qu Xiangming said coldly.
"Regardless of whether you, Senior, need my bow or not, I want to say that you don't deserve it."
You don't deserve it!
As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar at the scene.
The disciples of the Mount Dan Sect were somewhat astonished. How could Senior Brother Chu utter such arrogantly dominant words?
The cultivators who were watching showed discontent on their faces. Regardless, the Yinming Sect had made massive contributions to the Human Race. Chu Ning's words seemed rather excessive.
"I don't deserve it?"
