"Don't you pin that on me!"
Zhong Ming spoke these last words with a world of hidden meaning, his tone lilting upwards with a careless air.
Some missed the nuance, simply shocked by Zhong Ming's audacity.
"Calling disciples from the Major Sects trash? How can he be so arrogant?"
"He's from a minor sect, yet he looks down on everyone. I'm curious how he developed such a personality."
"However he was raised, he's in deep trouble this time. After offending the Void Moon Sect, neither he nor his sect will have an easy time of it."
The average person just thought Zhong Ming was arrogant, but those who understood the deeper meaning in his words sensed his unbending pride and iron will.
The two women sent by the Seventh Young Master, Ji Qingkang, were among them.
The woman with the air of a merchant was stunned for a moment after hearing Zhong Ming's declaration, but a flash of understanding soon crossed her eyes.
