190 Respected Senior

"No," said Song Jia quickly, her face reddening a bit. She was innately beautiful, and had a tender personality.

The woman next to her laughed, looking at her lovingly. She didn't say anything.

Her voice light, Song Jia continued, "I just think he's interesting. He offended so many people, and yet so many people are willing to stand by his side. Also, he doesn't really look like a Cultivator. He looks more like a scholar."

The middle-aged woman laughed again, and her expression grew even more gentle. She lifted her right hand, and a flaming jade slip appeared. It burned into nothing, and suddenly, a slight tremble ran through all of the mountains in the Song Clan. The tremble was so minor that anyone under the Nascent Soul stage wouldn't notice it. Up in the dark sky, the moon shimmered.