What merits does this boy possess for Lin Ya to regard him so highly?
A powerful surge of jealousy erupted in Wang Lun's heart.
"What? Young Master Wang Lun doesn't recognize him?" Lin Ya asked with a playful smile.
Wang Lun chuckled, a smirk appearing on his face. "The people I associate with all hold some status. I don't just recognize anyone."
"Really?" Lin Ya continued, "When the Beast Tide attacked East Desolation City, Ling Chen was on the city wall. If he hadn't repelled the experts from the Demonic Sect, this city would have fallen into their hands."
Lin Ya's implication was clear: if it weren't for Ling Chen, Wang Lun's father wouldn't have secured his position as City Lord. The comfortable life Wang Lun was currently enjoying was all thanks to Ling Chen.
"I wasn't aware of such a thing."
