He snorted with disdained, his spiritual pressure intensifying slightly.
This elder wasn't aware of Shi Jing fame six month ago and he couldn't care any less.
"Honestly, I don't understand why the sect continues to allow such... mediocre talents to waste everyone's time?" He murmured under his breath, just loud enough for Shi Jing to hear him.
Shi Jing's eyes remained calm, but inwardly, a cold smile tugged at his lips.
'Foundation Establishment?'.
The elder paused mid-sentence, his brush trembling slightly in his grip. A chill ran down his spine as an inexplicable sense of mortal danger washed over him.
For that split second, he felt as though a sharp sword was pressed against his throat, ready to put his head on the ground.
But just as quickly as it came, the sensation vanished.
The elder blinked, shaking his head with a confused frown. 'What was that? An illusion?'
He glanced around suspiciously, then back at Shi Jing's unremarkable Early-Stage Qi-Refinement aura.
