Leng Yifan looked at Ye Lin with a dark expression, enunciating each word.
He did not want to fight Ye Lin either.
Because he simply could not fathom Ye Lin's true strength. If he rashly fought and lost, his life would be over.
Their status was high, but correspondingly, they had many enemies as well. Within their clans and beyond, there were countless people eager to drag them down.
Once he lost, the news would spread like a hurricane. By then, his status and backing would all vanish into smoke.
After all, this was the cultivation world—a world that looked only at strength.
If your strength was inferior, then someone else would replace you.
If you were not good enough, there were others behind you who were better. They were all waiting for an opportunity.
"What? You wanted to disgust me, yet you only dared send out a dog?"
"Now I'm challenging you, and you've gone quiet? Could it be that you're afraid?"
Ye Lin looked coldly at Leng Yifan.
This time, he could not yield even an inch.
Hong Batian said nothing. He merely stood firmly behind Ye Lin, sending a message to all the prodigies around them.
He, Hong Batian, was fully backing Ye Lin.
The Phoenix Clan was fully backing Ye Lin.
Suddenly, Hong Batian pulled Pang Yong, who had been watching the show, over as well.
Pang Yong gave Hong Batian a helpless look, then stood motionlessly at his side.
"Ye Lin, this is a banquet. Everyone is having a pleasant conversation, so I think we should not make our relationship too strained."
"After all, you still have to make your way in the Central Star Domain, don't you?"
Leng Yifan gritted his teeth and spoke word by word, his voice brimming with threat.
"What? You