After Lee Longqing finished speaking, he left without saying more to Su Chengyu. The people from the Feng Yang Dragon Soul Department also followed him and left. The man who had been reprimanded by Su Chengyu for being too talkative before, dared not make a fuss anymore and could only silently curse Su Chengyu's ancestors eighteen generations in his heart.
The extreme pain he had experienced, as if a needle had been stabbed into his brain, made him shudder and remained terrified, definitely not daring to go through that again. This also caused the others who had originally planned to step on Su Chengyu as a way to brown-nose Lee Longqing to immediately shut their mouths.
Their fear of cultivators deepened a little more.
"Tch! What's so great about this Su Chengyu? Isn't he just a cultivator after all? A sideline at best. If it ever comes to a real fight, Young Master Longqing could beat him into a dead dog within ten moves."