"Bro, are you mistaken? How could this guy possibly be the Sect Leader of Kunlun?" Ming Shan wore an expression of utter disbelief.
Shouldn't a major sect leader of Kunlun's stature be all immortal-like, with white hair and beard?
Lin Chen might have the vibe of a loser, but not a trace of a sect leader's aura.
Ming Shan said furiously: "You scumbag, if you want to die, don't drag me into it, kneel down right now!"
Lin Chen had seen the ruthless methods at Jade Maiden Peak, so he knew all too well that this person was not to be trifled with.
Ming Shan's knee was kicked, and he reluctantly knelt on the ground.
The hall fell silent. Who was Ming Shan? He was a leading figure among the wealthy second-generation in Zhonghai, yet he was kneeling before Lin Chen.
Li Jinshan was dumbfounded. He was finding Lin Chen more and more incomprehensible.
What exactly was the background of this kid who claimed to be a simple peasant, for even Ming Shan to kneel before him?
