"Yeah! We still have Captain Ling!"
"I'm telling you, I saw it with my own eyes back then—a six-star evil fiend was instantly killed by Captain Ling with a single punch!"
"That's not right, is it? Why do I remember it being a five-star evil fiend?"
"That's right! With Captain Ling here, he alone can take on ten... no, twenty five-star Evil Spirits!"
"Oh, right, did you know? Captain Ling and Chief Envoy Wang are actually blood brothers. Their strength is practically neck and neck!"
"I heard that too. Apparently..."
Seeing these people's rumors grow more and more outrageous, Ling Yun was utterly dumbfounded.
Come on, brother. Even if bragging wasn't against the law, shouldn't you at least follow some basic rules?
One punch to kill a five-star evil fiend? Why not just say I punched the sun to pieces?
Blood brothers with Wang Yuan? Never mind whether the two of us were related or not—I'm surnamed Ling, all right?
Yet faced with those pairs of fervent eyes, Ling Yun could only feel helpless.
At the end of the day, did they not know this was false? No, in truth, they understood it better than anyone.
They were only doing this because they wanted something more to rely on in their hearts.
Even if that reliance was fake, it was still better than being lost and helpless.
Under such circumstances, Ling Yun did not speak to shatter their illusion. He merely shot Qin Wei, the instigator of it all, an annoyed glare.
"Hehe, what does it matter? Look, aren't you exactly what everyone hopes for?" Qin Wei said with a grin, waggling his brows.
Ling Yun rolled his eyes and could not be bothered with him.
He could more or less guess this fellow's intentions.
Although morale had been restored,