"Yun Tianqing's personal disciple? Come closer and let me take a look."
Vice Minister Hua smiled and beckoned Yang Ling over.
Even closer? Yang Ling secretly gritted his teeth and walked over.
At this distance, the man could kill him with a flick of his finger anyway.
A little closer or farther made no difference.
His master, Zhao Heavenly King, was here too. If the man really disregarded everything to vent Wang Yaozu's anger, his master could help stop him. He just didn't know whether his master could manage it.
"You're very young. You don't look like you've used any methods to preserve your looks. You're not thirty yet, are you?"
Vice Minister Hua asked.
A thought stirred in Yang Ling's mind. "I'm twenty-nine. I just look young."
Twenty-nine? The Fifth Ranks from Arhat Temple and the Extreme Flame Sword Mansion looked slightly less displeased.
Still, reaching Lower Fifth Rank at twenty-nine was talent to be proud of.
At least, neither Arhat Temple nor the Extreme Flame Sword Mansion had produced such a genius in the past thirty years.
A trace of amusement flashed in Zhao De's eyes. He was certain the brat was lying.
Twenty-nine, my foot. From what I've learned about him in depth, this brat is definitely no older than twenty-five.
"Twenty-nine?"
Vice Minister Hua nodded thoughtfully, a faint smile appearing on his face.
"Yun Tianqing wasn't much good when she was young, but she took in a fine disciple in her old age.
Some time ago, at the Lin Family in Qitian Provincial Capital, you defeated Wang Yaozu, a teacher from the academy, with your Upper Sixth Rank cultivation. Is that correct?"
Hearing the insult toward Yun Tianqing in his words, Yang Ling could only seethe inwardly.
*It's my fault for being useless and letting Master