The Paragon Skill (1)

Feng Moli looked at Song Junqiu, who was trying to explain coldly. He scanned through the other few disciples standing behind Song Junqiu.

If he was not asking for a protection fee, why would he bring a group of people over to a new disciple's place?

Song Junqiu had no way to explain himself now. If he knew that Ye Qingtang would frame him earlier, he would definitely not have smashed those Soul Condensation Pills.

He did not get a single bottle of the Soul Condensation Pills, and instead, he had to face the tyrant of the inner sect.

Ye Qingtang smiled as she saw Song Junqiu's desperate face. "Senior Brother Feng, both of you said that you will look after me in future. I just entered the inner sect, and I want to find a stronger person to rely on. May I know… which one of you is stronger?"

Feng Moli sneered. His eyes were half-closed, and he stared at Song Junqiu. "Senior Brother Song, what do you say?"