The cold wind still howled without end.
Guan Xiangfei was contemplating life.
Ling Wuyuan intended to return to his residence.
The onlookers in the distance were either rejoicing that the sea race invasion was finally no longer a thorn in their side, or pondering various other matters...
But at that moment, someone suddenly spoke.
And his target was clear as he roared at Ling Wuyuan:
"I don't believe it!!"
"How could this world possibly have a sixteen-year-old [Divine Ability Realm] cultivator!!"
"You little ghost, you must be lying to me!!"
The speaker was a rather meticulously dressed man.
Judging purely by his appearance, he was around forty years old.
Moreover, judging from the aura coiling around him, his strength was certainly no weak matter.
Yet at this moment, his expression was somewhat twisted, filled with jealousy and disbelief.
Hearing his indignant words, among the many onlookers, some immediately voiced strong agreement, while others wore utterly bewildered expressions, not even understanding what [Divine Ability Realm] represented.
The myriad faces of life were all on display.
But as the subject of everyone's discussion,
Ling Wuyuan had no reaction at all.
After all, to him,
whether others believed it or not simply did not matter.
Besides,
doubters were an innumerable group by nature.
No matter what the matter was, there would always be a great many doubters.
Including, but not limited to, how many genders humans had, whether the Earth was spherical, and whether China could actually manufacture ballpoint pen refills...
Therefore, he could not be bothered to pay the man any attention.
You questioned me, so I had to answer?
Who did you think you were?
What right did you have to speak to me??
To him,
whether they were doubters or onlookers, none of them possessed any value worth acknowledging. They