Shennong Hall, the person in charge, along with other high-level members, was hiding in the surveillance room, watching what had happened in the resting area. Across the entire Stigma Continent, there were only so many saints, and suddenly assembling such a large group was definitely no simple matter.
However, as they watched the surveillance, one by one they were dumbfounded. What is happening? Why were those saints treating this young man with such a respectful attitude? What they heard was even more outrageous than what they saw; those saints were addressing themselves as fools, idiots, scumbags in front of the youth!
"Manager, who is that person?" The high-level members didn't know Zhang Menglong at all, but the key was that those saints were standing at the pinnacle of the Stigma Continent, and no matter how extraordinary this youth's background was, he shouldn't make them behave like groveling dogs. Do saints need to grovel?
