Feng Shen sighed inwardly, barely masking his irritation as his personal servant and little maid prattled on, their voices little more than background noise to him.
His attention shifted as he sensed several presences drawing closer.
Turning around, Feng Shen caught sight of the Trial Overseer leading a group of instructors.
Their approach left little doubt—they were coming for him.
"Well~ what brings the honor of such esteemed cultivators to grace me with their presence?" Feng Shen drawled, his tone soaked in sarcasm, his words deliberately mocking.
The wide, wolfish smile on his face only added.
Hearing this, the Trial Overseer and the instructors faltered, a flicker of disbelief crossing their faces.
Such blatant disrespect was unexpected, especially from someone so young.
No matter how gifted or prodigious, a genius of his age should still exhibit deference toward his elders.
