Shi Potian, having utterly lost face, stood off to the side with his arms folded, stewing in silence.
This time, he had humiliated himself beyond all measure.
He would never be able to hold his head up before Feiyi again. Damn it.
"Junior Brother, give it a try."
"I'm curious too, Junior Brother. Just how strong are you?"
Yun Qiyue looked at Ye Lin with a face full of curiosity.
She had never truly exchanged blows with Ye Lin before, so she genuinely had no idea of his real strength.
"That's right, Little Junior Brother. Try it—I'm curious too."
Hua Feiyi tossed Ye Lin a flirtatious look, her voice gentle.
"Fellow Daoist, leave me a little dignity."
Shi Potian looked at Ye Lin, his eyes full of pleading.
He prayed that Ye Lin would be the same as him. That way, he could still salvage a shred of his pride.
If Ye Lin was stronger than him too, then he would have completely lost all face.
"This thing isn't reliable."
"But go ahead, give it a try."
Ye Lin smiled faintly.
He raised a foot and walked over to the attendant. Under the attendant's respectful gaze, Ye Lin slowly placed his hand on stone.
A moment later.
Amid the slightly stunned gazes of the three, a faint red glow actually surfaced on stone's surface.
Though it was very faint, it was still red.
"Red!!!"
"Holy shit."
Shi Potian stared at Ye Lin in utter shock.
He had never expected this fellow Daoist he had just met to possess such strength.
Didn't that mean the man before him could hang him up and beat him with one hand?
At that moment, he felt even more depressed.
It was over. His face was completely gone.
He turned to look at Hua Feiyi.