"Yes!"
Elder Lin nodded and then bowed before retreating.
He didn't say anything more, but the instant he turned around, his eyes revealed deep scorn and disdain.
"Sooner or later, even the Jiang Clan will be nothing more than a stepping stone under that kid's feet?"
Naturally, Lin Jiuhe thought it was nothing more than a remark made in a fit of pique by his young mistress.
He, Lin Jiuhe, was well aware that the Jiang Clan had risen from insignificance to stand tall in the Tai'a Ancient Country and even become a colossal entity across the entire Heavenly Mind Continent. Throughout this process, how many generations of geniuses had emerged, blessed with countless opportunities, and having carried on the lineage since ancient times, accumulating for countless millennia, to forge their deep-rooted, unshakable foundation.
And that Qin Qing fellow, without any foundation or background, was nothing more than a speck of dust on the Heavenly Mind Continent.
