Duan Lingtian was naturally aware that he was being impolite. Yet, he couldn’t be bothered to put in the effort to be otherwise. Guided by the principle that "might makes right," he, as an eighth-level Dao Entry cultivator, was essentially doing a sixth-level practitioner a favor—showing him the utmost respect—by deigning to challenge him.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Within the Water Cloud Sect, figures quickly swarmed out, glaring at Duan Lingtian with palpable hostility. Duan Lingtian was not surprised; if he were in their shoes, his reaction would undoubtedly be the same. It was only natural.
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