Song Qingyuan gazed at Lin Feng deeply. After a beat, he sighed and said, smiling, "I would not refuse an elder. Happily, sire."
He was very receptive, accepting Lin Feng's arrangement calmly.
You're the youngster and he's the elder, so you can try anything you like and the elder will definitely be magnanimous and excuse you – this sort of thinking was foolish to the extreme.
If one wished to be magnanimous, then he will be magnanimous and wave it aside; if one wished to put you in your place, then he will do so without a moment's hesitation. This, was the prerogative of the powerful.
Lin Feng simply put him away into the Celestial Small Worlds, and then, his gaze settled on Dao Zhiqiang, still in shock and speechless. Up until now, this middle-aged man has not yet regained his wits.
"Dao Zhiqiang, Lord Lin." After a few beats, Dao Zhiqiang bowed to Lin Feng. "Thank you very much, Lord Lin, for your help."
