Yang Chen could not see through it either. By all rights, how could a third-rate sect like Luosheng Gate possibly merit congratulations from a superpower like the Eastern Emperor Sect?
While everyone was speculating about Saintess Jinling's purpose, she pulled a violet-gold chair from her sedan chair and sat down above them. "This little woman was passing through Hurricane City and happened to hear that Luosheng Gate once had some connection with Great Emperor Bai Wei of the Bai family. So I came here to sit for a while. You all should have no objections, right?"
"No objections!"
"How could we possibly have any objections? Saintess Jinling's visit to our Luosheng Gate brings glory to our humble abode." Fu Yunhe hurriedly put on a fawning smile, his ingratiating face laid bare. Clearly, he wanted to curry favor with Saintess Jinling.
But Saintess Jinling had no intention of paying him any attention. Her gaze merely swept across the crowd. "Who in Luosheng Gate is about to assume the position of Gate Master?"
"I am," Yang Chen answered, unhurried and unruffled.
Seeing that Yang Chen had no intention of coming over to flatter her, his expression even remaining woodenly indifferent, his composure made Saintess Jinling frown.
A clown jumping about in deliberate disguise?
She had met too many people and seen every facet of human life. Some would approach her with fawning smiles, while others deliberately put on cold, lofty airs, but in truth they were all the same. She had no need to befriend the weak. As the Saintess of the Eastern Emperor Sect, she could not befriend the weak either.
Speaking even a single word to the weak was unnecessary.
Saintess Jinling did not scrutinize Yang Chen closely. She merely assumed he was an utterly ordinary person, with the sole