The godlike Mi Chu looked down at the humble scholar in front of him, and inquired coldly, "Mi Qing, who are you to him?"
With Mi Qing's simple name flowing from Mi Chu's lips, the boisterous Jiang Lin quietened once more. Many spectators stared at the Mi's proud prince in incomprehension.
They knew he was unrivaled in his arrogance but now he seemed nothing short of a fool.
Everyone in Xiling knew that Mi Qing was the village head of the Mi Village, but this type of inquiry was incredibly stupid. Even if this scholar was indeed the remainder of the Mi Village, how could he dare to admit it publicly? That would be akin to suicide. A few suppressed snickers rang out among the crowd.
Only Xiao Zheng had a somber look on his face. People often say that familiarity reveals one's true nature, but most times, you could tell if someone was human or a beast at a glance.
