Although Yu Shengyan had never made any vicious comments, deep down he’d also looked down on Shen Qiao, thinking that only someone hopelessly incompetent could fall from a perfectly fine sect leader into such a dreadful state. But at this moment, as he leaned against the wall, Shen Qiao’s face was as tranquil as a clear day, devoid of fear or panic. There, faintly visible, was the aura of someone who’d once been a grandmaster of his generation.
