The last of the group was a young man in his early twenties with a long, equine face. He lifted his chin, his expression a mask of disdain. "Senior Brother Su," he sneered, "you've been in closed-door cultivation for three months, so you wouldn't have heard. This Su Zhenghao is the laughingstock of the entire sect. Just as Senior Sister Xu said, he relied on some unsavory trick to become an inner disciple."
At this, Su Feiyu threw his head back
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