Lin Feng had a very favorable impression of Cesar. Not only had Cesar once saved his life in the original story, but Lin Feng also greatly admired the way he conducted himself.
Easygoing, genuine, and honest.
Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Feng immediately headed for the living room. As he crossed the hall, he spotted Cesar inside, facing away from him.
The man in the living room wore a loose robe, his long black hair hanging freely around his shoulders. He looked to be in his thirties or forties and gave off a lazy air.
When Lin Feng looked his way, the man seemed to sense it and turned at once. Delight showed in his eyes. "Master Lin Feng, you're here?"
Lin Feng smiled faintly. "I'm Lin Feng. And if I'm not mistaken, you're the founder of the Saber Organization, the Saint Realm peak powerhouse known as the King of Slaughter, Cesar?"
Lin Feng knew Cesar liked straightforward people and disliked pretense, so he had laid all his cards on the table from the start. He wasn't the least bit afraid.
At Lin Feng's words, Cesar's languid body tensed in an instant. He studied Lin Feng. "Who exactly are you?"
Cesar was deeply shocked. His identity wasn't a secret, but it wasn't common knowledge either. Aside from the Radiant Church, the Dark Church, and the decision-makers of the great empires, few people could possibly know.
Seeing Cesar's tense expression, Lin Feng waved a hand dismissively and smiled. "There's no need for that. I'm just who I am—the Lin Feng you mentioned. As for how I know your identity, it's quite simple."
"Though I'm not with the Radiant Church, I've met five of its Cardinals, and you weren't among them. Yet you have a Cardinal's token. Your identity speaks for itself."