"..."
The entire scene fell into instant silence.
The name Lin Baiwei wasn't actually widely known, at least not among the ordinary younger generation of the Lin Family.
Although Lin Baiwei was the seventh senior of the Heavenly Sound Sect and one of the founding ancestors of the Lin Family, in the vast world of Jianghu where heroes abound, those who can have their names recorded in history are already outstanding, and Lin Baiwei seems somewhat overshadowed amid such talented figures.
The People of Lin Family were bewildered, exchanging confused looks.
Only Lin Shiyuan in the high seat suddenly gripped the armrest of the chair.
"Crack, crack..."
The iron armrest turned into powder.
The atmosphere instantly condensed, oppressively silent.
Lin Baiwei didn't diminish the presence of Shui Yunqing like Su Han Yan did.
Nor did she ever feel any jealousy towards Lin Fanyin, but Ye Wanlan's words somehow hit her sore spot.
