Chu Mo was slightly taken aback and looked at the young man with full exasperation, his gaze sweeping the crowd, only to see that the person had already left. Chu Mo sighed softly in his heart, thinking, "If it's like this, so be it."
The people around him were all speechless too, thinking, "Who is this guy? To utter such a completely irrelevant, resentful remark."
Only a few people, upon seeing the young man, felt a chill in their hearts.
"The young master of Lingdan Hall!" someone in the crowd couldn't help but whisper.
Although the voice was very soft, what kind of people were present? Each and every one of them had highly advanced cultivation. A buzz instantly went through the crowd.
"Another young lord?"
"Clearly, the young master of Lingdan Hall, Liu Feng… a young and true immortal of great ability, whose background and cultivation are not the slightest bit inferior to those young lords Long Qiushui and Huang Wushuang!"
