To be frank, Qiao Mu had no desire to waste her time dealing with this clueless fool. She had come to the Cultivation Hall to cancel her leave with her mentor, and she couldn't afford to engage in a senseless argument.
With measured steps, Qiao Mu skirted around his chair, not even deigning to spare him a sidelong glance.
Su Xihua seethed with anger.
Kicking the stool aside, he moved swiftly, blocking Qiao Mu's path once more.
No one had dared to be so insolent in front of him since he had gained fame.
So what if she was the Crown Prince Consort?
In this world, strength reigned supreme!
His teacher had once declared that Su Xihua was destined to be a standout figure, a dragon among men who would ascend to the rank of Mystique Venerable within three hundred years.
At the age of twenty-one, having already reached the pinnacle of the fifteenth level of the spiritual realm upon entering the academy, he had been revered and respected.
