"OHHHH!!"
Everyone on the training ground went mad, and Master Yuan Zheng from the Thousand Sun Sect slapped the table and let out a hearty laugh.
The rest of the elders and palace masters from the Thousand Sun Sect, on the other hand, didn't look too happy. This man was trying to extort money from the three strongest disciples of the three major sects within Moling. Some of them could match the power of a weaker elder, so what gave him the courage to provoke them?
"Look at that! Look at that! That is how the Thousand Sun Sect should act!" Master Yuan Zheng let go of—no, spewed out—all the frustration he had built up over the course of many years.
That was wonderful!
The Moling branch of the Thousand Sun Sect had always been the target of ridicule. Everyone insulted them for only having money and no skill, and for being useless in everything other than making money.
