Just a waste of time?
Shen Hao's brows furrowed; he'd suspected that disciples of the Mountain of Ten Thousand Books were likely arrogant, but he hadn't expected them to be this audacious.
Nie Yun was reputed to be one of Jingxi Territory's outstanding genius cultivators, unmatched among the middle generation, yet this woman actually said he was wasting time.
"Fairy, everything has an order of precedence. Mountain of Ten Thousand Books is renowned as a model among myriad cultivators. Surely it wouldn't do something to disrupt another's cultivation and comprehension, would it?"
Shen Hao spoke calmly, his cupped fist salute meticulous, but his back was ramrod straight. He stood in the middle of the stone-paved path, refusing to yield an inch.
