"Who are you?" Lin Peng looked coldly at Lin Fei, Lin Yunlong, and others on the cliff and asked.
In his speech, there was a natural air of superiority, looking down upon Lin Fei and the others.
"We are cultivators from Saint Continent, and we would like to meet Lord Xiande." Lin Yunlong replied amiably to the Lin Peng in the sky.
Lin Peng's brows and eyes showed even sharper arrogance, realizing they were cultivators from the Saint World.
As an Immortal, how could he value these Saint Cultivators?
Just like how higher beings look at inferior servants.
"Lord Xiande is not someone you from the Saint World can meet so easily; you better go back to your Saint World." Lin Peng's overbearing tone did not disguise his scorn for Lin Yunlong and the others.
Lin Yunxiao, Leng Ying, Qin Yunyue, and the others all showed anger in their eyes, subconsciously clenching their fists in secret.
Yet, Lin Fei remained as calm as water, as if he hadn't heard Lin Peng's words.
