At this moment, the other Demon Suppression Envoys were all looking at Ling Yun with envy. After all, there were not many people who could receive the Grand Envoy's personal appreciation.
Although Ling Yun was merely a martial artist, they were utterly convinced of his strength from the bottom of their hearts.
Yet just when they thought no one would refuse such terms, Ling Yun hesitated again and again before finally shaking his head.
"Many thanks for Chief Envoy Wang's favor, but after careful consideration, I feel I may not be suited to this position."
Everyone was dumbfounded, scarcely able to believe their ears.
Even Wang Yuan frowned slightly, seeming quite surprised.
But he did not say much. He merely nodded faintly and ignored the matter.
Ling Yun's talent might have been astonishing enough, but not enough for Wang Yuan to lower himself and plead with him.
After all, he had seen countless geniuses in his lifetime, yet very few of them had made it to the end.
Seeing Wang Yuan's attitude turn cold in an instant, Ling Yun did not take it to heart.
He had never regretted the decisions he made.
After Wang Yuan gave Qin Wei a few instructions, he flicked an ice sword from his sleeve, leaped onto it, and vanished into the horizon in an instant.
Watching Wang Yuan's departing figure, Qin Wei could not help scratching his head. He looked at Ling Yun apologetically and said,
"Sorry, kid. I never expected things to turn out like this..."
Ling Yun waved his hand, his expression calm.
"It's fine. The Grand Envoy thinks so highly of me—I'm happy before I can even properly react."
"Besides, do I look like the kind of person who holds grudges?"
Seeing that Ling Yun truly did not seem to mind,