This person had a melancholic temperament. He had long wavy hair, but he also exuded an indescribable majesty that made people subconsciously feel intimidated by his aura.
A string of words flashed through Lin Yi's mind.
The melancholic lion.
At this moment, the top masters of the high priests of the various divine halls gathered and competed with each other. However, this young man simply stood there quietly, like a star surrounding the moon. His high and mighty status was clear at a glance.
"Ridiculous! We have so many experts in the Pantheon Hall, and we actually need to borrow someone else's help to chase after a heavily injured Bi Zhongfeng. Wouldn't we be a laughing stock if word got out?"
"Damn it, why did you have to go to that Lin Yi?"
