Four hundred and sixty-four, Upper Pavilion

"Move aside, I've taken a liking to this spot," a Mid Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator walked up next to Luo Shu and waved his hand dismissively at her.

Luo Shu frowned and glanced at the man, "Scram!" Even though her strength hadn't fully recovered, she wasn't someone who could be bullied by just anyone.

"Are you seeking death?" the Mid Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator threatened coldly.

The surrounding crowd let out a burst of snickers as they watched the scene unfold. In this dog-eat-dog world, the weak were always bullied.

"You better move aside quickly and spare yourself the embarrassment."

"Someone of your strength should know your place. A corner spot is most suited for you."

"I admire your courage, but really, your strength is... tsk! Tsk! Tsk!"

Luo Shu glanced at the Qingfeng Academy elder and saw he had no intention of stopping the dispute. She coldly smiled, raised her hand, and threw a talisman at the Mid Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator.