As Kong Yin spoke, the people around them turned their gaze upon Su Qiong and her companions.
"Fuck, with First Grade cultivation, what else can they do?" A wave of discussion began to rise among the crowd.
Someone couldn't help but glance at Fan Zhan among Su Qiong's team, and their expression immediately soured.
"Damn it, carried into Zhongnan Academy on a stretcher, is simply a disgrace among the new recruits. If the elders in the academy were to find out, who knows how they would scoff!" Someone immediately muttered under their breath.
"Motherfucker, isn't that right, such a big ass, if it was my face that got injured, just a little hurt and still lying on a stretcher. If it were me, even if I had to crawl, I'd crawl there myself!
Such an embarrassment, might as well roll back where they came from early!" Another person ridiculed.
Fan Zhan's face flushed red, and he bit his lips until they bled.
"Fan Zhan, don't mind them!" Su Qiong quickly came over to comfort him.
