Seeing Wei Lingfeng's actions, Fan Shengzhou and the others were first shocked, then revealed understanding.
They knew that Wei Lingfeng must have felt inferior in front of the Consort.
Otherwise, with his cocky personality, why would he bow to the Consort so humbly?
Then again.
The Consort was a grand literary saint, and Wei Lingfeng was at most a quasi-Saint.
He had cultivated bitterly for five to six thousand years and was still less than a third of the Consort's level. He really didn't have the right to be smug in front of the Consort.
So what if he defeated Fan Shengzhou?
In the Consort's eyes, his smugness just now was as unsightly as a clown.
Wei Lingfeng's next words confirmed everyone's thoughts.
"I thought that after defeating Fan Shengzhou, I would be able to stand tall and look down on the entire continent."
"But I didn't expect that a literary saint like you would be watching me from the side."
