The middle-aged scholar approached with an angry expression, seemingly ready to question Wu Wang.
Lin Qi stood up beside him, hands clasped behind his back. Although his cultivation realm was not as high as the middle-aged scholar's, his aura did not falter in the least.
Lin Qi raised his head slightly, his voice cold and distant, "So what if my teacher is dissatisfied with what you have written?"
Wu Wang almost laughed out loud.
This guy is just too arrogant.
Under other circumstances, Wu Wang would let Lin Qi go on the offensive as he pleased—after all, Lin Qi was the Lin Family's Young Master and the bearer of the Yan Emperor's command, a master of confrontation. Even if the situation were to escalate, Wu Wang could find someone to smooth things over.
But at this moment, Wu Wang was trying to get close to the middle-aged scholar to probe his background, so it was necessary for Lin Qi to endure some temporary grievances.
"Lin Qi, please take a seat," Wu Wang said.
