Wanyan Zhenghe was riding on a pure-breed ferghana horse and circling around Sun Mo and Mei Ziyu. He couldn't help but mock.
"As expected of an ancestor-level spirit runist, you are so confident. The other intern teachers are heading over on foot, but you are riding on a horse."
Wanyan Zhenghe was holding a horse whip and really wanted to lash the whip on Sun Mo's face to disfigure him. However, he didn't dare to.
There were no problems for him to bully an intern teacher. Even if he crippled or killed one, his royal father could settle the aftermath. But if he killed someone near the ancestor level, the consequences would be too serious.
Wanyan Zhenghe believed that his younger sister definitely had talent and strength in this subject, so he believed in her judgment, and he knew he couldn't afford to antagonize Sun Mo.