"Senior Brother, he's a disciple of the True Martial Lineage!" she stressed, the implication in her voice unmistakable.
The old grudges between the True Martial and Nine Heavens Lineages had yet to fade, and the matter of Li Qingyu was a thorn stuck between the two factions—a thorn in the hearts of all the martial siblings.
"I know."
Luo Zhixian's reply was curt and firm. He looked at Li Yu-jun. "And? What does any of this... have to do with me?"
"What does it have to do with you?"
Li Yu-jun was nearly rendered speechless by his question. Suppressing her frustration, she said, "Senior Brother! Are you telling me that among all the talented disciples of the other lineages—geniuses like Zhang Baicheng, Zhong Yu, and even the promising prospects our own Nine Heavens Lineage has carefully nurtured—not a single one is worthy in your eyes? Why must it be this disciple from the True Martial Lineage who earns your favor and inherits your legacy?"
