“No,” said Song Jia quickly, her face reddening a bit. She was innately beautiful, and had a tender personality.
The woman next to her laughed, looking at her lovingly. She didn’t say anything.
Her voice light, Song Jia continued, “I just think he’s interesting. He offended so many people, and yet so many people are willing to stand by his side. Also, he doesn’t really look like a Cultivator. He looks more like a scholar.”