The long-haired boy stood in midair and stared at Mu Chen, who was in the plaza below, and revealed a mocking smile. He thought that Mu Chen had appeared because he’d been forced to the point where he couldn’t hide any longer.
“So you’re Mo Lun…”
At that moment, Mu Chen lifted his head and smiled towards the long-haired boy in the sky. He said, “You’re quite narrow-minded. It’s truly beyond my expectations. No wonder you dared to occupy the Spirit Ranking, which is for freshmen, and didn’t have the courage to challenge a higher level ranking. From what I’ve seen, you truly are pitiful.”
When Mo Lun heard Mu Chen’s words, his eyes suddenly changed, and his face turned grim. He immediately responded, “What a sharp tongue you possess. You dare speak such words, even when you’re in front of me. You really are heedless of the consequences!”
“You’re quite talkative.”
