"You…" Lin Fan's voice cracked with disbelief as he ground his teeth, barely able to contain himself. His finger shot forward like a spear:
"Why do you lie?!"
Lin Fan's eyes were wide, burning with outrage.
No official announcement had been made.
No ceremony, no Elder approval, no gathering, nothing!
Just this man—this outsider—claiming to be the new Saint as if it were nothing more than casual gossip.
It didn't make sense.
It couldn't make sense.
"You're just messing with me, aren't you?" Lin Fan spat, his breath quick and shallow:
"You think this is funny?"
Lin Fan took in a sharp breath to calm himself, but it did little to quell the storm brewing inside.
"…" Hei Long only offered a lazy shrug, utterly unfazed.
"I had a pleasant chat with the Sect Leader," he said, licking his lips absently, as though tasting a memory:
"She handed me the position quite nicely, actually."
There was a flicker of something in Hei Long's eyes—mocking, smug, and just faintly reminiscent.
