C1110 A Wave of It

Faang Fann and the Small Golden Dragon spoke in unison. Jian Ming's expression suddenly changed.

Was this... looking down on him? Scolding him? Looking down on him?

To become a Quasi-Sage within a hundred years... was that wrong?

'Why are these two guys looking down on me? '

The corner of Jian Ming's mouth twitched, and his face darkened