Looking at the Xuantian pavilion, Long Chen was a bit puzzled. “Isn’t the Xuantian pavilion supposed to have nine floors? Why is it only one single level?”

“Fool, the nine floors are underground. If you don’t know anything, then don’t say anything. Don’t you see other people looking down on you?” whispered Tang Wan-er.

And when he looked up, Long Chen did see quite a few people looking at him spitefully. Their eyes were filled with contempt and provocation.

Long Chen sighed. If he had said something stupid then fine, but why were there so many contemptuous gazes?

“Ugh, I’ve always thought the Xuantian Monastery was supposed to be a holy land for martial artists to cultivate. But then how did trash at the seventh Heavenstage of Blood Condensation make it in? It really is disappointing.” A distant person suddenly spoke icily.

Currently, Long Chen’s cultivation base was known by basically everyone, so he no longer bothered to purposely conceal his aura.

As for everyone present, they were all in the Tendon Transformation realm. So a seventh Heavenstage Blood Condensation rookie was extremely eye-catching.

Tang Wan-er’s expression changed, and she was about to retort when she was pulled back by Long...