"Pfft, mere mediocrity!" the man who had been silently gazing out the window suddenly spoke, his voice laced with disdain.
Zhiyan and Elder Mo's eyebrows twitched, their gazes simultaneously turning to the man.
Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the man's profile. His complexion was fair, his demeanor refined yet tinged with a scholarly air. With lightly pursed lips and obsidian-like eyes filled with coldness, his whole being radiated arrogance and elegance but also an indescribable aloofness and chill.
His eyes seemed to look at them, yet also seemed to penetrate through Zhiyan and Elder Mo towards further distances.
"This gentleman, may I ask who you are?" Hearing the man's unabashed disparagement of Elder Bai and the Madman, Elder Mo narrowed his eyes and spoke with a deep voice, a tinge of coldness spreading across his aged face.
