These words caused everyone’s faces to chill.

“What’s the meaning of this?” Gao Ye’s entire face was ashen. “Senior Branch Master didn’t go to the Xingtian Legion’s Inauguration Ceremony, but to new agent’s Signing Ceremony instead? Isn’t this an obvious slap to the face?”

This was one such attitude. To tell everyone, the old guard, that their time had already passed. We care about the new recruits, the potential of new talent, potential even greater than the old guard! The suppression of ancient cultivators was to forbid a good arcane effort or place to cultivate. Modern-day suppression seemed elegant, but in truth it was even crueler.

It was to completely disbar someone the opportunity to rise to prominence! To erase a genius from the people’s memories! His anger gradually flaring, Chu Zhaonan studied Lu Gandang and said with a shred of obvious and visible killing aura, “Listen up.” He leaned in close so that both of their faces were only separated by ten-odd centimeters and said, stressing each word, “I’m not! Going! To fucking! Do you! The honor!”

Lu Gandang’s expression instantly grew ugly.

“Fellow Daoist Chu…” Lu Gandang inwardly grinded his teeth and said, seemingly sincere, “Fellow Daoist Xu’s appearance robbed you of your limelight. Originally, a single lone branch has transformed into Nantong’s Twin Dragons. How can you continue to endure this slight?”

Gao Ye and Luo Sanfeng looked at him like he was a ghost. This kid… sure...