"What's going on here?" The trio of Bai Liu Kong were stunned, their gaze seemingly glued to the Golden Core in Ning Zhuo's hand.
Their eyes struggled to tear away from the Golden Core and turn to Ning Zhuo, now looking at him differently than before.
Ning Zhuo had demonstrated his power!
After all, it's their first meeting; one must acknowledge the appearance before the person.
Ning Zhuo carefully observed the change in their expressions, knowing his strategy had succeeded.
"I achieved the top spot in the Feiyun trial, acquiring the Ideograph Brush, yet I am not a Confucian Cultivator, but an outsider."
"Such circumstances easily stir jealousy and resentment among the Confucian Cultivators towards me."
"Therefore, it's essential to display outstanding strength, making them feel: even though I'm an outsider, as a formidable figure, winning is only natural, nothing strange."
This was Ning Zhuo's calculation.
Of course, he originally had the intention of trade.
