Tao Yongyi's words cast a somber shadow over the expressions of those from the third-class sects standing by.
To give up a seat to a master…
In Tao Yongyi's eyes, such a thing was a disgrace.
In the eyes of these third-class sects, who were on par with the eight great families, it was even more shameful!
"It seems the Lu and Dong families have declined since their previous generation of family heads, that now even a revered master in his early twenties can be treated in such a way."
"Heh, the so-called eight great families of the capital, what a joke."
"In the world of martial artists, it turns out that strength doesn't speak, but talent does, haha…"
As the last person's words fell, playful smiles appeared on everyone's faces.
Dong Qingshan has only just barely broken into the Hua Realm, and he is Dong Chengfeng's own grandson.
Given this situation, one can imagine how desolate the Dong Family must be nowadays.
