Ducks and chickens in the same cage?
Oxen and horses in the same herd?
Hearing those descriptions, Lin Bai, who had not intended to pay the man any mind, slowly raised his eyelids and glanced at the speaker.
He saw that the man was seated among the smaller and mid-sized lineages. Though he was inside the main hall, he occupied a remote corner, clearly indicating that his status was not particularly high.
At least compared with guests like Lin Bai, who were seated below the principal seats, their table was far too distant.
The speaker was an old man dressed in black robes. He had a round face, a beard beneath his chin, and a faintly sinister, mocking smile on his face.
The martial artists from the other sects in the main hall—top forces such as the Azure Lotus Sect, Pure Yang Sect, Phoenix Valley, and Demon Subjugation Alliance—did not interject. The scene instantly fell silent, as though they were all waiting to see how Lin Bai would respond.
Shen Haoyue, the Holy Son of the Pure Yang Sect, and Ji Ruoci, the Holy Daughter of Phoenix Valley, even wore amused smiles.
Lin Bai lifted his glasses, sweeping his gaze across the hall. A trace of contempt curled at the corners of his lips.
"The wedding banquet of the Overturning Heavens Sect is getting more and more low-class."
"Why invite every Tom, Dick, and Harry?"
Lin Bai first answered with a sarcastic sneer. Then he shifted his gaze and looked the man straight in the eye.
"And who are you?"
"What is your status?"
"How dare you spout such nonsense here?"
The black-robed elder heard the first half of Lin Bai's jeer, and the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched awkwardly twice.
Then he heard the latter half,