Under the cruel laws of the jungle, no cultivator believed there was such a thing as fairness.
Yet such obvious favoritism still disheartened many cultivators.
Countless gazes were now directed their way—though before this, even when Zhou Yan was at the height of his fame, many cultivators had disregarded him.
But now, the situation hadn't changed, only the nature of the gazes had.
It was the kind of disdainful look from a talented individual of humble origin towards a profligate scion.
Such gazes now appeared in the eyes of the vast majority of cultivators in the Nine Origin Heavenly City, falling upon Zhou Yan.
"They say Zhou Yan is this and that, but I see he is nothing special; he must have mastered a secret technique of the saints and attacked surreptitiously, catching Duan Xinghun off guard."
A young cultivator with light wings on his back said calmly.
