Because recalling the events of his past life, Feng Feiyu's expression was extremely twisted, hatred spreading in his eyes, his hands clenched into fists, his entire body trembling slightly.
On the other side, Meng Qinghan's scolding voice still echoed, and then Feng Feiyu heard a sentence identical to those from his previous life.
"Loose cultivators are nothing more than disgraceful people. Those with poor aptitude, whom even small Immortal Sects refuse to accept, still dare to dream of the path of immortality. Truly ignorant of life and death, break this disgrace's legs for me and throw him out of Wangtian City."
Feng Feiyu's eyes widened instantly, deep-seated hatred surging on his face. He glanced at the Identity Jade at his waist with a slight curl of his lips, suddenly showing a strange smile.
Feng Feiyu picked up the Identity Jade, tucked it into his belt, concealing the Heavenly Mechanism Sect emblem on the Jade.
