Su Mo and Yang Qingxi, however, looked at each other.
Neither seemed particularly able to empathize.
Su Mo blinked.
"Huh?"
"Is it difficult?"
"..."
Silence.
Wu Taeyong stared at him.
The elders stared at him.
Even Yang Qingxi's lips twitched slightly.
Su Mo's curiosity didn't appear to be fake.
He genuinely wanted to know the answer.
Wu Taeyong remained silent for several seconds.
Finally, he sighed.
"A genius like you..."
"...can never understand the pain of us ordinary cultivators."
The elders immediately rolled their eyes inwardly.
He's right.
But...
From which angle does you monstrous Pishacha King look like an ordinary cultivator?!
If you're ordinary, then what does that make us? Trash?
Unfortunately, the terrifying pressure radiating from Wu Taeyong forced them to maintain stoic expressions.
No one dared say it aloud.
Wu Taeyong continued.
"Too bad."
"Even as a genius..."
"...you're about to die today."
He looked toward Su Mo with absolute confidence.
