Bian Chenpei indeed had reason to be proud.
His father was the Deputy Envoy of the Judicial Cardinal of Taihao Mountain. He himself, at just over fifteen years old, possessed a High Order Cultivation of the Rain Listening Realm and was only one step away from the Cloud Patrol Realm.
Such cultivation speed was outstanding, even among the talented young generation of Taihao Mountain.
Bian Chenpei gazed at Li Ang in the audience, a cold smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. What use is so-called lofty prestige, revered and extolled by the world? Is he not merely in the Body Concealing Realm, without even the qualification to stand on the arena?
In Bian Chenpei's view, strength was paramount.
A Cultivator without Cultivation, no matter how unparalleled their intellect, could only depend on others. How were they different from those lowly craftspeople trapped in their trade generation after generation?
