Quan Daodong gritted his teeth and bent down to pick up the invitation thrown on the ground, humiliated.
His gaze shifted to the expressionless young girl standing next to Xu Shanshan and cupped his hands. "May I ask for this Little Senior Sister's name? I've never seen you before."
Quan Daodong really wanted to identify Qiao Mu so that he could immediately report her to his venerable master when he went back.
After all, he was an eighth-level mystic cultivator but could not withstand a single blow from this little girl, so it could be imagined that this girl probably did not have a match from the Five Factions.
However, the young girl merely glanced at him coldly and turned to leave without saying anything.
Quan Daodong felt like he had been deeply humiliated. This girl was looking down on them! Her meaning was: You commoners don't deserve to know my name! Right???
