"A good-for-nothing is a good-for-nothing. Is it really that hard to face the truth?" On the training grounds, Long Shaochen's finger was almost poking him in the nose.
Long Qianji slowly rose to his feet and smiled. "Senior Brother, if I manage to draw qi into my body, shouldn't you get on your knees?"
More than thirty disciples burst into laughter. Three days later, this good-for-nothing, who had been laughed at a hundred times, slapped a third-stage Qi Refining cultivator to the ground.
Other people relied on their spiritual roots to cultivate immortality. He got stronger by being insulted. The harsher you curse me, the more I have to thank you.
