"His identity is highly sensitive?" Ximen Feng's eyes widened in astonishment. "How sensitive could it be? He's just an Easterner. Even if he has a bit of influence on the Western Continent, I don't believe he could have built any great foundation!"
She waved a hand, signaling Mr. Mo not to rush to answer her. After pondering for a while, Ximen Feng nodded with certainty and laughed with a hint of mockery. "I dare say he can't possibly be anyone sensitive, Mr. Bill. That is utterly impossible!"
Glancing at her companions beside her, Ximen Feng smiled with unconcealed pride.
"We are the foremost geniuses among the younger generations of our respective families. We spent over a hundred years before, with our families' support, we gradually gained a certain degree of influence. And that Lin Qi—he isn't even fifty yet. He came from the barbaric, impoverished wasteland of the Western Continent, and he has no family power backing him. How could he possibly have achieved anything great?"
Lin Fengkuang raised his head and smiled with complete confidence. "According to the intelligence I obtained, Lin Qi is at most a Saint Master! Perhaps on the Western Continent, a Saint Master is someone to be revered, but to us... a Saint Master?"
Lin Fengkuang deliberately drew out the last words, deliberately highlighting his disdain for Lin Qi and his suspicion toward Mr. Mo. A mere Saint Master—even if he caused all the trouble he could on the Western Continent, how great a storm could he possibly raise? He was only a Saint Master. Even if he had a group of people from a Tiger Clan branch under his command, he could not possibly achieve too much in such a short time.
Xiahou Chu and the others cooperatively burst out laughing. They looked at