Tian Youwei gazed down at Wen Qingye with disdain. In truth, he didn't take a suddenly-risen genius like Wen Qingye seriously at all. He felt his reputation far exceeded his actual abilities, and there were too many so-called geniuses whose fame was built on little more than rumor. In his mind, Wen Qingye was no exception.
Wen Qingye took a step forward and said coldly, "Tian Youwei, according to protocol, the Dayan Dynasty is a nation subordinate to the Celestial Profound Sect. Not only do you receive the sect's protection, but you must also obey its orders and assignments. I am now a True Disciple of the Celestial Profound Sect. So, logically speaking, even though you are the ruler of the Dayan Dynasty, our statuses should be equal, correct? Why should I hold your Dayan Dynasty in any high regard? Moreover..."
