In the Lei Realm, when Mang Tianchi flew over the city with Lin Ming, an obvious outsider, he inevitably drew countless gazes from below.
Among those gazes were simple curiosity and scrutiny, awe toward Headmaster Mang Tianchi, but more than that, there was undisguised appraisal and inspection. Some were even clearly filled with rejection and cold hostility.
This was especially true on the faces of certain Lei Clan members who looked older or possessed particularly powerful auras. Their displeasure at an outsider intruding into their clan's sacred ground and potentially sharing their precious resources was practically written all over their faces.
Even high in the sky, Lin Ming could vaguely sense their whispers. His appearance, especially during the sensitive period just before the Demonic Lightning Pool was about to open, had undoubtedly cast a stone into the calm lake of the Lei Realm, stirring up ripples one after another.
"It seems I, an outsider, am not very welcome here."
Lin Ming's expression did not change. His calm gaze swept over the scene below as he spoke to Mang Tianchi beside him, his tone so even it was as though he were stating some trivial matter unrelated to himself.
When Mang Tianchi heard this, his thick brows lifted slightly. He snorted through his nose, his voice carrying a trace of disdain and frankness.
"No need to bother with them. The Lei Clan's legacy stretches far back, and the clan is hardly of one mind. There are those like me, who believe that if the clan wishes to develop and grow stronger, it must break old conventions at the right time, interact with the outside world, and bring in fresh blood. Naturally, there are also no shortage of stubborn conservatives who place pure bloodlines and ancient clan rules above all else, reject