Young Master Death-Defying? Never even heard of him—inside Snow-Listening Cottage.
Everyone's gazes seemed drawn by an invisible magnet, all of them pinning themselves on Haitang as they waited for what came next.
Yet after quite some time, this usually shrewd maid remained frozen in place, her red lips moving slightly, wanting to speak but stopping herself, as though she had encountered some thorny problem.
"What happened? Speak without worry."
From the seat of honor, the golden radiance in Young Master Death-Defying's eyes grew increasingly searing. Apparently realizing something, his tone suddenly turned cold.
Whoosh—
Haitang slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, suppressing her roiling emotions. With a solemn expression, she said, "Reporting to the young master, that Shen Yun said... he had never heard of your name and told you not to waste his time."
She paused, her voice growing increasingly stiff as iron. "He also said that if you insist on meeting him, you should send someone with more weight. For example... have the Eldest Young Master come in person."
Haitang racked her brains, conveying Shen Yun's response in the most tactful manner possible, choosing each word with care.
Even so, when those words reached everyone's ears, they were still like a thunderclap under a clear sky, leaving everyone's scalps numb.
That was simply too crazy!
Looking across the myriad heavens and worlds, who would dare call Young Master Death-Defying a nobody?
And his demand that the Eldest Young Master appear had been tantamount to fiercely slapping the five words "you're still not qualified" across Young Master Death-Defying's face.
"What a ruthless man... No, the ancestor of ruthless men!"
The Heavenly Prides throughout the hall were utterly convinced. Regardless of Shen Yun's strength, simply based on this courage, all of them combined could not hold a candle to