Raining for Ten Thousand Years, Locking the Dragon at the Well

"How dare you be so impudent while you only formed a grade 4 core?!" The cultivator who spoke first was naturally furious.

He felt offended!

"Huh, how can cultivators of our generation be judged by the grade of their golden cores? The reason you can form a grade 3 core is because of your family's glory. And I, Sun Tianning, relied on myself!" Sun Tianning stood with his hands behind his back. Although he didn't form a core that was as good as the other party's, his aura wasn't inferior to the other party at all.

"I can rely on my parents because of my ability to reincarnate! If you don't have the ability, then stop complaining!" The cultivator's expression changed slightly because Sun Tianning was telling the truth. If it weren't for the fact that his parents had asked the grandmaster for a key spiritual item, he would probably be like Sun Tianning, only able to form a grade 4 core.