Bang...
Steward Ling flew into a humiliated rage, raised his hand, and smashed his cup to pieces.
As someone belonging to a branch of the Ling Household, when had he ever suffered such indignity in the Danyang Sect?
Wherever he went, people fawned over him and treated him with respect. Now a mere Body Tempering Realm disciple had actually ordered him out.
If he could swallow this, what couldn't he swallow?
Utter insolence.
"You... you Dark-Skinned Boy who doesn't know how high the heavens are or how deep the earth runs! Do you know who you're talking to?"
Steward Ling's voice trembled with fury.
He was practically breathing fire.
Yet Lin Shisan couldn't even be bothered to acknowledge him.
He wouldn't spare him so much as a glance, and still held out his hand toward the exit.
That pale face underwent wild changes, like a chameleon, cycling through red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet.
"Please..."
Lin Shisan still offered that one word, still making that same impeccable gesture.
People outside the door had already turned to look, including the Danyang Sect's three apprentice immortal masters.
That made his loss of face even greater.
"Isn't that the Ling Household's Outer Servant steward? What's he doing here?"
"Could Senior Brother Lin be another slave of the Ling Household?"
"Are you blind in the heart or blind in the eyes? It's obvious Senior Brother Lin isn't giving him any face and is ordering him straight out."
"How can someone be so shameless? Forcing things when the other person isn't willing."
Their overlapping remarks made Steward Ling's face burn.
It hurt so much that his big, round face twisted into a donkey's long face.
They could just call him Steward Ling. Why add that prefix, calling him the Ling Family Outer Servant