"Liu Zijian, can your brother actually pull this off or not?"
Outside, a full hour had passed. Steward Fang was growing impatient and shot Liu Zijian a cold smirk. Clearly, he'd forgotten the pain as soon as his wound healed. Even the other clerks were looking at Liu Zijian with scorn.
To them, Lin Mu was nothing but a pretender.
"Ah, Zijian, it's not my place to say, but this brother of yours is completely unreliable," Steward Fang said in a lecturing tone. "It's one thing for a young man to like bragging, but it's another to take the act too far."
"Who was that man earlier? The renowned Master Sun. Surely you know of him? But your brother is far too arrogant, daring to call Master Sun a quack. I think he's just an arrogant fool, conceited beyond belief," Steward Fang said disdainfully, his words meant to belittle Lin Mu.
Liu Zijian's expression shifted constantly. It wasn't that he didn't believe in Lin Mu, but that this situation was simply impossible to believe.
