For the last few minutes, I was committing Lin Deng's expressions to memory, so that I could laugh out loud about them over Lin Deng's corpse later. Even the oppressive aura of his Qi didn't diminish my joy over his public humiliation.
However, the entrance of the newcomer interrupted my inner glee.
Ning Tian, a handsome young man in purple and black robes, walked into the dining hall with a self-assured air. He was seemingly unconcerned about the state of it and the terrifying aura Lin Deng was releasing. His Proto-Core was colorless, but his Qi had the strength of someone at the peak of the Qi Condensation stage.
His high status and wealth were obvious, both in a way he held himself, and in four swords that floated behind his back like four metal wings. Their shape was unusual for flying swords—they looked more like normal fencing blades.
