"I... I, I... don't dare."
Leng Yifan cast Ye Lin a deep look, then finally gritted his teeth and spoke word by word.
His eyes brimmed with utmost hatred, his glare seeming as though he wanted to bore Ye Lin to death.
If looks could kill, Ye Lin would have died eight hundred times over already.
"I don't like your tone or your eyes."
"Have one of your clan's great powers come take you home. Otherwise, you will never leave here alive. Mark my words."
"Best make it a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal. Anyone below that is useless—send one, I'll kill one; send two, I'll kill a pair."
After saying that, Ye Lin clapped his hands and stopped paying him any heed, merely strolling along the edge of the hot spring on his own.
Leng Yifan was left standing there alone, his face dark.
His fists clenched tightly, his eyes fixed fiercely on Ye Lin.
Unfortunately, looks could not kill.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Overbearing—far too overbearing."
"Only natural. He rose from humble beginnings and achieved what he has today. It would be strange if he weren't overbearing and confident. If I had his accomplishments, I'd be even more overbearing than him."
"Though he was born lowly, there's truly not a single fault to be found in either his confidence or his strength."
"Just thinking that I may have to cross swords with him someday gives me a headache."
"You have a day when you're afraid too?"
"Afraid? Not really. He's just a little troublesome."
"Hahaha, perhaps you won't get the chance to fight him within the next ten thousand years."
"Haha."
The surrounding prodigies began discussing among themselves. At this moment, no one paid Leng Yifan any mind.
Even the prodigies who had once been on good terms with Leng