"Is the Heavenly God Institute your home?"
Facing the man's words, Mo Wangchen furrowed his brows even tighter and suddenly uttered this sentence.
"What do you mean?" The man was taken aback.
"Since the Heavenly God Institute isn't your home, this Peach Flower Forest is meant to be a cultivation site for all disciples in the future. Is there a problem with me cultivating here?"
Mo Wangchen's gaze bore into the other, his face utterly fearless, showing no trace of intimidation despite the fact that the other's cultivation was higher than his own, "Since there's no problem, why claim I'm disturbing you?"
"Sharp-tongued!"
