Qiao Bai smiled indifferently, “Humph. Who do you think you are? The disciples participating in the Convent of Wind and Clouds are geniuses among geniuses. All of them are experts in the True Saint Realm, and they gained the qualifications to sit in the hall. Do you really think you guys from the Cangqiong Sacred Land deserve a seat?”

Evidently, he was implying that all the disciples from the Cangqiong Sacred Land were trash. 

“I agree with Brother Qiao Bai. In fact, they don’t even deserve to enter the hall! Hahaha!” Someone in the crowd laughed. “Brother Qiao Bai is being benevolent for allowing trash like you to enter the hall. Don’t go too far!”

Wang Xueru’s face flushed with anger as the disciples of the Cangqiong Sacred...