Lin Yun's performance had earned him a sliver of the Qingfeng Saint's goodwill. 'Young people like Lin Yun are truly a rare sight these days,' he thought. 'Even among the proud prodigies of the Central Domain, few could match him.'
Although he felt some goodwill toward Lin Yun, the Qingfeng Saint was eager to hear what he had to say. His expression remained unchanged, his voice still tinged with a hint of coldness as he said, "So what if I've come to the Eastern Domain for Cao Tianxing? And so what if it's for the Celestial Spirit Auction House?"
Hearing the Qingfeng Saint's words, Lin Yun smiled faintly. "Senior, if your visit is solely for Cao Tianxing, then please forgive my audacity, but you are no different from him—a mediocrity."
The moment Lin Yun spoke, Chairman Qian, who had just reached the main hall's entrance, stumbled and collapsed to the ground in terror. Lin Yun had actually dared to call a Saint a mediocrity to his face...
