Lin You waved his hand gently, the spirit pearl held in his palm.
He looked at the crowd who were still dumbfounded.
"This seat, I'll take it."
"No problem, right?"
The inspectors shook their heads one after another, then hurriedly nodded.
"N-no problem!"
"Brother, don't misunderstand. My shaking head meant no problem, not a refusal!"
"Who else would sit in this seat if not you? I'm a senior here. Will you let me follow your lead from now on?"
Seeing everyone agree, the corners of Lin You's mouth curled into a relaxed smile.
That incense had only burned down to a tiny tip.
He walked forward slowly and pressed the incense out.
Completely declaring the end of the competition.
The crowd looked at each other, yet didn't even dare to let out a fart.
This fellow was more brutal than an animal. So what if the incense was finished burning?
Could they still go up and spar with him?
Meanwhile, Feng Lang at the side was already dumbfounded.
Lin You's words echoed endlessly in his mind: this seat, I'll take it. No problem, right?
No, brother.
I was just talking, are you really going to kick me off the stage?
I'm a cultivator at the Profound Immortal Realm anyway. With so many people watching, don't I need to save face!
Seeing Lin You walk over, Feng Lang's Adam's apple rolled with difficulty.
He reached toward the long saber at his waist with some lack of confidence. The position of Third-rank Inspector was something he had fought for with his life.
No matter what, there was no way he would just hand it over to someone else!
Just as he prepared to draw his saber and make a move.
Lin You patted him on the shoulder affectionately, "I wasn't talking about