Wan Jianyi's expression shifted from astonishment to embarrassment, and then from embarrassment to composure.
No mistake, it was indeed composure!
Although Zheng Ming's sermon gathered the four Saint Monarchs, making it quite impressive, Wan Jianyi wasn't wrong in saying that there wasn't a single saint among the participants.
No mistake, what was there to fear? He was a core disciple of the Sharp Sword Sect, backed by a Minor Sage.
A subtle joy flashed in Saint Lord Longhua's eyes. Although he had to support Zheng Ming to avoid appearing envious and petty, he secretly delighted in those causing trouble for Zheng Ming, hoping they could bring him even more issues.
"Ignorant fool, ashamed to be associated with you!" A faint but cold voice, as if a chilling current, rushed towards Wan Jianyi.
Despite appearing unaffected externally, as if he hadn't heard the insulting words, Wan Jianyi's heart was trembling under the chilling flow.
