Low murmurs of shock spread through the pavilion. Clearly, Qing Teng's reputation carried considerable weight, even in a place packed with powerful experts.
"My friend, even when teaching someone a lesson, shouldn't you know where to draw the line?"
Qing Teng stared impassively at Lin Dong and spoke in an indifferent voice.
"Draw the line? You'll soon see what that means."
Lin Dong smiled faintly, his words carrying an inscrutable meaning.
Qing Teng merely took this as a provocation and ignored it.
He turned to glance at Huang Ling, whose face was covered in blood and who looked utterly bedraggled, then shook his head and said,
"I wasn't really inclined to get involved, but I do have some ties with him. How about this? Apologize to him, and we'll act as though none of this happened. What do you say?"
Lin Dong smiled at this, then shook his head and said softly,
"I don't think much of that."
"Still relying on your own abilities, then."
Qing Teng murmured to himself, evidently unsurprised by Lin Dong's answer. Under the many watching eyes, he rose to his feet and stretched, a startling sharpness slowly welling up in his indifferent gaze.
Everyone raised their brows. From the looks of it, Qing Teng intended to step in and recover Huang Ling's lost face. That fellow really did have impressive connections...
Qing Teng walked toward Lin Dong, step by step. With each footfall, a vast aura swept from his body like a storm.
Lin Dong calmly watched Qing Teng approach, azure light swiftly surging deep within his eyes. He could sense that Qing Teng was exceptionally powerful.
Bang!
Qing Teng stopped roughly ten feet in front of Lin Dong. As his foot touched the floor, even the air seemed to freeze.
"I see you're quite