Within a month, nearly every honorary disciple knew of Su Zhenghao. They treated him with a universal, sneering arrogance, their words laced with venom.
Su Zhenghao ignored them. He understood their twisted mentality perfectly. Before his arrival, they had been the lowest of the low, with no one upon whom to vent their frustrations. Now they had him—the boy who had entered the sect through an act of utter desperation—and they saw someone even
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