After Lin Feng left, the atmosphere in the room was somewhat oppressive and stifling.
Once upon a time, they who stood high above would be so ignored by someone.
And ignored by a high school senior!
As division heads of Glory's Ten Great Clubs, even those far stronger than them, or even a Ninth Grade powerhouse, would maintain basic courtesy in the face of the club's intimidation and power.
Those teenage talents hoping to enter the club would be even more uneasy and eager to please when facing them.
"Is he bluffing?" Elder Jiang broke the silence after a moment of silence.
Elder Jiang, 91 this year, a Fifth Grade martial artist, refined a Seventh Grade Two-winged Flying Scorpion. Though not very strong, as an old hand, he could sense Lin Feng seemed to be cautiously hiding something.
