While one young master was drowning in endless regret… his heart filled with resentment as he silently cursed Lin Feng with every lash that descended upon his back… Lin Feng himself remained completely indifferent to the matter.
The grand gathering continued as though nothing had happened.
Music still drifted through the stadium, wine still flowed endlessly, and the crowd surrounding Lin Feng only continued to grow larger.
To many cultivators present, the earlier incident had instead become another reminder of Lin Feng's terrifying status.
Even powerful clans had to lower their heads before him.
Meanwhile, Lin Feng continued receiving guests one after another.
Some came seeking guidance in cultivation.
Others sought treatment for hidden injuries, strange conditions, or decades-old problems that had haunted them for years.
A few even shamelessly fabricated ailments just to gain a chance to speak with him personally.
