"Little brother, what faction are you from?" As soon as Mu Chen and another entered, a middle-aged man's gaze shifted and he spoke to them.
"I have nothing to say." Mu Chen responded indifferently, seemingly not very fond of the people here or perhaps the people of the Martial World in general.
"You brat, how dare you speak to my second brother like that, are you seeking death?" Another middle-aged man beside him was displeased, his murderous intent rising.
"Seeking death? What are you, or rather, state your faction so I can see if you have the qualifications to speak to me." Mu Chen said with a cold laugh.
"I am an Elder of the Piaomiao Sect, the Piaomiao Sect, do you know of it?" The middle-aged man retorted with a sneer.
"So, it's the Piaomiao Sect, truly a trash among trashes! I understand now."
As Mu Chen's voice fell, the other six people burst into laughter, amused by Mu Chen's words.
