They laughed at his lack of self-awareness. Did he really think the position of junior sect master held water?

"Is this a provocation?" A chill was burning under Yuwen Shengcheng’s stony expression.

Indifference from a thirteen year old boy? This was no child.

"Is a kid like you even worthy of provocation? Shut up. You’re delaying my cultivation.”

"Cultivation? You’re just a sideshow!"

A sideshow? Tianming couldn’t be bothered arguing with this kid. At his age, quarreling with a kid and rushing to prove himself would only be an embarrassment. 

He continued on his way to the fourth gate, feeling the energy within him rush...