At this moment, Wan Wuyin's complexion was at its most unsightly, only to see his face alternating between bright red and a purplish hue, a most peculiar sight indeed.
Even though the members of the Lin Family did not speak, their eyes kept glancing over at him.
It was as if they were looking at a clown!
This, more than any spoken mockery, infuriated him further.
Yet at this moment, he could not rebut, and could only swell up angrily, his chest heaving like an ugly toad.
"The Lin Family is really something, that Spirit Light!"
"Of course they are, the swordsmanship he comprehended, I fear it won't take many years for him to have a smooth journey on the path of Sword Dao!"
"That's natural, he is, after all, a registered disciple of the Zi Xuan Hermit!" In the viewing stands, people also started discussing, full of praise.
Although they had previously held disdain, they had not opened their mouths in mockery, and now they spoke with full intent to praise.
