"Hate?! Of course, I hate you! I am so extraordinarily talented, a peerless genius, yet Sect Master Wan Jianyun refused to take me as his disciple! He even said he would never take a disciple, so on what grounds did he accept you? Why should a piece of trash like you, who got in through the back door with connections, be the first to get a spot on the Sword Enlightenment Platform? Why must the Sect Master of our Nine Swords Sect protect you like this, warning us not to cause you trouble?
On what grounds? Is it because you're a bastard? Is it because you're a good-for-nothing who can never condense a Sword Soul?
Or is it because your unique bloodline, the one that might let others research the Fiery Sun Sword Body, still has some use?"
At this moment, with no one else around, Guan Xiaoyan was finally venting all the jealousy in his heart.
As he spoke, a hateful Sword Intent, exceptionally dense and focused, emanated from him.
