Ye Lin

Ye Lin

Wang Feifan nodded honestly. "Yeah, that's exactly it."

"If someone thinks they're superior to others, they'll look at anyone beneath them with contempt."

"Those people just now were dressed to the nines, but the way they looked at me was like... they weren't in the mood today!"

"So that's what you meant. I get it, I get it!" Yang Wanjun had received that sort of treatment before as well.

Once Wang Feifan put it that way, he suddenly understood.

Back when he had been overseas, attending some big shot from another faction's whatever-whatever banquet.

There had always been some blind fools who mocked him for looking shabby, thinking he was trying to sneak in.

Later, when he revealed his identity, every one of them had been scared senseless and rushed over to apologize.

That was the feeling.

His own attire was ordinary too, yet no one had mocked him just now.

It seemed there really was something going on.

"Keep your eyes open in everything you do," Wang Feifan reminded him. "I'm going to pay respects to some of my master's old friends. Want to come along?"

"I won't go. I'll just take a walk outside." Yang Wanjun had no intention of going in. He did not want to see Long Qingyuan.

"Alright." Wang Feifan headed over by himself.

Today's task was simple.

He would pay respects to his master's old friends and pass along his master's greetings.

Then he would eat at the banquet, board the afternoon train, and return to Qingyun Mountain.

He had already bought the ticket. The train departed at 4:44 in the afternoon!

He headed toward the reception hall.

Everyone seated inside was a big shot.

Leaders from all sorts of factions were present.

Desperate Heavenly King and Old Nun Huaiyin were naturally