When Ning Jia'an spoke mockingly, Lin Zheyu had the thought that Han Ge and the three Ancient Martial Families were in cahoots, possibly tasked with troubling him this time.
But now, it seems that might not be the case?
"Mr. Han praised too highly, it was just defeating a waste, not worthy of such a title."
Lin Zheyu smiled faintly and said modestly.
"Hmph!"
Ning Jia'an snorted coldly, his expression indescribably unpleasant.
Seeing Han Ge not even glancing at him, Ning Jia'an snorted coldly, directly turned around, and left.
"I was a bit impolite earlier and unfortunately angered your friend, very sorry." Lin Zheyu glanced in the direction of the door, his face slightly apologetic as he spoke.
"This matter has nothing to do with you, it was Mr. Ning who initiated it."
Han Ge glanced at Ning Jia'an's departing figure and shook his head with a smile.
"Mr. Xiao's strength is indeed formidable."
