The girl felt even worse, as if she had suffered a terrible nightmare, feeling a knife stirring in her mind while blood dripped continuously from her nostrils.
She still didn't ask why Meng Yu had made that cut.
"Young brother, may I ask, what was the reasoning behind that cut just now?"
A blue-robed elder appeared silently near Meng Yu, his demeanor kind as he questioned Meng Yu.
Meng Yu glanced at him without even lifting his eyelids.
Who are you, and why do you think you are worthy of speaking to me? Is it because you're ugly?
The elder was stunned for a moment as the aura of his Golden Core released.
"I am..."
Meng Yu did not pay him any mind; he did not even glance at him.
So what if you're a Golden Core, thinking you can just mooch off others' cultivation techniques and insights?
