Hao'er was somewhat aloof by nature, and he didn't have a good impression of the Heaven's Sun Sect, so he said, "I don't want to know who you are, nor do I want to get to know you. Stay away from me and don't bother me."
Hearing such words from a child, the young disciples' faces betrayed a hint of displeasure. After all, they were all scions of prominent families and the pride of their sect—how could they tolerate such disrespect from a child?
Just as they were about to scold him, their elder spoke up, and everyone immediately held their tongues.
"He he, child, did you kill this fierce beast?" The elder asked with a smile, his gaze falling on the fatal wound of the beast. "I wonder who your master is? There are many connections between sects and families, so it's possible that your master and I are old acquaintances."
Hearing this, Hao'er ignored him. An old friend of his master? Did that mean they knew each other? What a joke.
