Wenren Wan's eyes were slightly red, her delicate hands clenched until they turned white.
Mo Hua looked very angry. Just as he was about to say something, he found that the female elder, full of triumph, had already turned her gaze towards him at some point.
"This young master, may I ask which family you belong to?"
Mo Hua was taken aback.
Without waiting for Mo Hua to answer, the female elder mocked, "With such an inferior Spiritual Root, I see, you must not be a son of a noble family. You're probably just some wild kid from nowhere."
Then, she turned her gaze back to Wenren Wan and sighed, "This is where you're wrong. A Cultivator seeks Tao Cultivation with law, wealth, companions, and land. The 'companion' here refers to Taoist Friends of like mind."
"Members of noble families, since childhood, should be very selective about the friends they make."
