"Bloodline? How do you have a bloodline?"
The young man in the blue robe cried out in disbelief.
The information he received was that this Marshall Morgan had no bloodline, right?
"Of course, I have a bloodline. Otherwise, how could I have passed the Vermilion Bird Academy's elders' assessment and been recommended to enter the academy? This logic is clear even to a pig, yet you are deliberately causing trouble. What's your real intention? Are you purposely oppressing new disciples? Or are you even less than a pig?"
Marshall Morgan enunciated each word clearly, his gaze piercing and fixed on the young man in the blue robe.
With these words, the surrounding new disciples all looked at the young man in the blue robe with wary eyes.
This almost made the young man in the blue robe spit blood, as he couldn't answer Morgan's questions at all.
