Disdain

Someone in front of Wang Quanhe turned around and sneered.

It was a young man in embroidered clothes. He had just noticed that a little beggar of Heavenly Body Tier had suddenly appeared behind him, and a look of disgust instantly appeared on his face.

The test didn't take long, only 10 breaths, but there were so many people lining up. How long would it take until it was his turn?

Was he going to endure this little beggar's stench forever?

It was disgusting just thinking about it!

"Little beggar, get lost!" the young man in embroidered clothes said disdainfully. He was a Severing Mundane Tier, and he could kill Wang Quanhe a few hundred times with a single glance.

Wang Quanhe gritted his teeth. If he were still the young master of the Wang Clan, he would have immediately slammed the table and stood up when he heard this.

But now, he knew what kind of situation he was in.