"Yeah, that's hilarious."
Speaking of this, a disciple from the opposite side slapped his leg and said, "I've heard that disciple used to have quite the talent, but our Peak Master wanted him and he refused. How stupid."
"He didn't seem to compete today, right?"
"Right, but judging by the overall strength of their peak, they won't be anything impressive."
"Don't underestimate him, he's got a contracted Demon Beast."
"You mean that strange-looking, bald beast he carries around all the time?"
After these words were spoken, the whole table burst into laughter. "Damn, choosing that thing as a contracted beast, shows he's inexperienced."
What does it feel like to eat melons about oneself?
Living daily amidst such 'praise', Jia Xitong felt somewhat resentful looking at her own bald fur. These young people indeed had quite low standards and taste.
The few speaking suddenly felt a strong gaze. Their voices paused, and they turned to look beside them.
