C167 Royal Academy

The young man burst forth, his anger ignited by Wang Tao's words. With a chilling smile, he said, "Wang Tao, you're nothing but a commoner. Winning the title of Wu Kui at the Nine-state Martial Meeting only earns you the right to rub shoulders with our kind. Do you actually believe you're part of the nouveau riche?"

He marched up to Wang Tao, jabbing a finger at his nose, and spat out