“If you want us to leave, you have to promise me something.”

“What?” demanded Tu Fang.

Although Tu Fang had a stomach of anger, he was extremely curious just why she had come to such a remote place like this.

“It’s very simple. I just want your disciples to exchange pointers with my disciples.”

“Aren’t you going too far? Your monastery is ranked thirty-sixth, while we’re ranked last. You’re clearly bullying. I knew that your mouth was dislikable, but I never knew your skin was so thick too! Why don’t you go exchange pointers with the first monastery?” demanded Tu Fang.

The power difference and background between the two of them wasn’t even comparable.

“So what if I don’t go to the first monastery? So what if I prefer to bully a group of wasteful pigs? What are you going to do about it? Your group of trash made us lose three core disciple positions for the Jiuli secret realm! Do you really think we’d let that pass so easily?” Luo Bing’s face was extremely malevolent now.

She had no idea how, but somehow the 108th monastery had managed to gather so many talents this time.

Originally, the monastery had only had four core disciples who had awakened their ancestral marks. But after that huge battle, they had all awakened...