"I've seen the master!"
Yang Ji and several others knelt down in unison, shouting loudly at Lin Tian.
This scene left Bao Shuya and a group of martial arts hall students dumbstruck.
Master?
Lin Tian was so powerful that they could hardly believe it, looking up to him with reverence.
Yet his true strength was much greater than Yang Ji's.
However, seeing several prominent figures in the national martial arts world bowing to a young high school student and calling him master, they still felt an immense sense of absurdity.
But with Yang Ji and Cheng Huan both bowing down, the many students dared not act haughtily and could only slightly bow with a fist in hand.
Among them,
Bao Shuya bowed with a begrudging face, his expression tinged with strong resentment.
How could this be? This man was clearly just a poor loser, nothing like a martial artist. How could he be a master?
Bao Shuya roared inwardly, unable to understand, even refusing to believe everything before his eyes.
