Bai Yi rubbed his eyes, then tugged at his own ears.
He looked utterly unable to accept it.
Lin Heng had been so arrogant, practically one step away from calling them ants right in front of three True Lords, yet those three could still laugh?
Just because he said his surname was Lin?
To Lin Heng, this was absolutely an unexpected joy, because he had no idea what the Changlin Clan was.
However, from the wary expressions on their faces, he understood that he had bet right.
Nor could it really be said that he had bet right; rather, the other side's imagination had done a fine job.
Lin Heng believed in one saying: when away from home... an identity could be one you gave yourself, or one others gave you.
If you gave it to yourself, it was easy to give the game away; if others imagined it on their own, they would instead keep walking further in the direction they believed.
Unless some certain action forced them to become suspicious.
If they did not buy this trick, Lin Heng still had a second plan, one that would make them not dare act rashly even without borrowing the tiger's skin.
That was to completely destroy the ancient scriptures they were comprehending!
The Immortal Drum they spoke of had already been stored away by him. If it had not touched their interests, would they have jumped out in such a hurry?
"This young master has already mentioned the content of our cooperation. That is, I will help you comprehend the ancient scriptures. By this help... I do not mean I will definitely let you comprehend some kind of epochal abyss from within, but rather that I will help you remove the spiritual sense confinement restriction brought by the ancient scriptures!"