Meng Huai, observing the situation, noticed Yun Lintian's reaction. Or rather, the lack thereof. Yun Lintian remained indifferent, his expression calm and composed. He showed no signs of fear or concern, even as the powerful ancestors descended upon the manor.
Meng Huai's eyes widened in realization. He understood that these ancestors, these God Ascension Realm cultivators, were nothing in Yun Lintian's eyes. Yun Lintian possessed a power far beyond their comprehension.
He knew that the true danger was not Bai Ying, nor the ancestors, but Yun Lintian himself. He was the one who had destroyed the Liang Clan, the one who had spoken with such casual disdain for the powerful clans of Sunlight City.
"Yun Lintian," Meng Huai murmured, his voice barely audible. "Just who are you?"
Yun Lintian, sensing Meng Huai's gaze, turned his head slightly. His eyes, calm and indifferent, met Meng Huai's gaze.
"It's not your turn yet." He said calmly, sending a chill running down Meng Huai's spine.
