After Kun Ling entered the sea, the Devouring Lord turned his gaze toward Lin Dong in the corner of the Great Hall and studied him carefully, a critical look in his eyes.
Even if he was the wielder of the Devouring Ancestral Symbol, not just anyone could earn my approval and the right to receive my inheritance.
After a long while, the Devouring Lord withdrew his gaze and said coolly,
"You barely meet my requirements."
At those words, Lin Dong's eyes flickered. He knew that if Mu Zi had not yielded, he probably would never have had the chance to receive the inheritance.
With emotions surging in his chest, Lin Dong looked toward Mu Zi beside him. Their eyes met, and in her clear pupils, he saw his own reflection.
From that calm gaze, Lin Dong understood that none of this had been deliberate. It had simply followed its natural course, and she wanted him not to take it to heart.
Seeing this, the Devouring Lord secretly shook his head. He looked at the young man and spoke in a rather unfriendly tone.
"Kid, consider yourself lucky. Someone backed you up, so my inheritance is going to you on the cheap. I hope you don't disgrace my name."
Hearing the Devouring Lord's blunt words, Lin Dong froze slightly, then looked toward the Devouring Lord beside him and said somewhat helplessly,
"Senior, I shouldn't be that unbearable, right?"
Lin Dong felt a little indignant. His achievements could not compare with Mu Zi's, but they were still passable. At the very least, he was much stronger than those other fellows. Was there really a need to talk him down like this?
The Devouring Lord snorted softly. There was an indescribable meaning in the way he looked at Lin Dong.
"Your strength is