Yuwen Shengcheng certainly wouldn't speak these words. After all, the girls next to him were descendents of sect elders, and dreamed of marrying him. Those kinds of girls were the most troublesome; nice to look at, but forbidden to touch. Succumbing to temptation would be akin to a lifelong disaster.

In comparison, Qingyu seemed more attractive. What he liked were those cold, indifferent eyes.

"Junior sect master?" Su Li stared blankly for a moment.

"What? I didn’t know there was such a position within the sect!” Gongsun Yu voiced her incredulity.

“Li Wudi’s bastard? I heard the bloodline of the Apex Branch has long been broken. Could he be an imposter?" Su Li laughed.

"I don’t think he’s even reached Unity. I’m certain he’s here to fool around, even dyeing his hair white. How shameless!" snapped Feng Chiyu.

"You’re wrong. The junior sect master is an exceptional genius with the pentabane physique of the Li Saint Clan’s founder. He claims to have reached the peak of spiritsource after half a year’s cultivation...