Ye Fan's Strategy To Gain Prestige

The wooden door slammed shut with a resounding thud, the echo bouncing off the silent walls like a taunting laugh. Ye Fan's face contorted in fury, veins bulging in his forehead. 

The mocking laughter of the Stone Mountain Sect disciples still echoed in his ears.

He couldn't even face Zeng Liuli and Shi Feiyan's groups anymore. The mere thought of their questioning eyes and potential amusement sent a fresh wave of heat to his cheeks. He was supposed to be the revered inner disciple of the Azure Peak Sect, not a figure of ridicule.

But as the initial shock wore off, a different emotion began to simmer beneath the surface – rage. A cold, calculating rage that flickered in his eyes like a malevolent flame. They didn't believe him? Fine. He'd show them a demon, alright.