Low-Class Human

Xuan Jialing saw that Xuan Qingling's expression wasn't right, so she became even more excited and continued to speak with a smile.

"Speaking of which, this lover of yours is really loyal. I believe he also has the intention to compete with Young Master An. Unfortunately, he was still too naïve. Young Master An's talent, strength, and resources were not something a lowly human like him could compare to. Wait a minute, if they were eliminated in the first round, then... That would be too embarrassing."

"It's not that I want to say this, but Sister Qingling, how could a proud daughter like you be bewitched by such a person? This kind of inferior…"

"Shut up!" Xuan Qingling couldn't stand it anymore and suddenly shouted at her.

As the number one expert of the younger generation in the family, Xuan Qingling's cultivation was a small realm higher than Xuan Jialing's. The aura around her instantly suffocated Xuan Jialing.