Someone was dissatisfied and started whispering softly.
"If I were Yun Ran, seeing so many people leave because of her, I'd want to find a hole to crawl into!"
"Exactly..."
Suddenly, Yun Ran's voice rang out, loud enough to interrupt these whispers.
"When you're whispering about me, could you arrange an isolation formation? What's the difference between that and slapping me in the face directly?
And, if I remember correctly, those who left clearly said it was because they had things to attend to.
Yet here you are, turning their departure into a hat to place on my head. Do they know you're making them a target for hostility?
Even if there were cracks in the ground, I wouldn't crawl into them. I'm young with profound cultivation, I have no shame, unlike me!"
The crowd: ...
Well, well, well, these face-slapping remarks have turned on them, even the most thick-skinned old fox looks a bit pale.
