"Master, you really underestimate me too much. Do you really think I can only rank within the top thousand?" Fang Lin said, dissatisfied.
Ye Mengxian smiled gently, "It's not that I underestimate you, but simply being realistic. This time, the competition in the Battle of the Nine Countries' Talents is unlike before, allowing participation of those under forty years of age, which includes the fearsome talents from the Upper Three Countries. If you can indeed rank within the top thousand, that would already be my best estimation for you."
Upon hearing this, Fang Lin looked at Ye Mengxian curiously and asked, "Master, you're not yet forty, are you?"
At these words, Ye Mengxian's pretty face turned cold, "Do you think I look very old?"
Fang Lin shook his head repeatedly, "No, no, Master is young and beautiful, of course, I wouldn't think that."
"Then what do you mean by asking if I am forty?" Ye Mengxian eyed Fang Lin with an unfriendly tone.
