Qing Lan was starting to sweat from the pressure that Lin Fan put on him.
He just sat there with his mouth wide open, not knowing what to say.
Seeing this, Lin Fan decided to put more pressure on him and stood up as he said, "I think we're done here."
When the Dragon Race envoys saw him standing up, they immediately came forward to stop him, but Qing Lan raised his hands to stop them. Instead, he said in a calm voice, "What do you want?"
Lin Fan stopped moving when he heard this and he couldn't help feeling a bit surprised.
He had thought that there wouldn't be any deep thoughts from these Dragon Race envoys, but it seemed like he had been wrong.
It seemed that at the very least, Qing Lan was capable of some form of thought.
Lin Fan turned around to look at Qing Lan with narrowed eyes after hearing this and Qing Lan couldn't help feeling a chill run down his spine. It was almost as if he was prey that was being scoped out by a predator.
