At this moment, not only the Wang father and daughter were shocked, but everyone present was completely taken aback by the man before them, wearing a black robe, with a cold and stern half of his face covered by a complex bronze mask.
He seemed just like a hero in a movie, appearing at the most needed moment in the most glamorous way.
"What's wrong? Am I not welcome?" Lin Zifeng smiled as he looked at the hundreds of people in front of him, feeling like an uninvited guest.
"He...he's the heir who knows the 'Skin Touching Technique'!"
It was the renowned Western doctors who first reacted. The enigmatic man before them, judging by his attire and aura, truly had the demeanor of a master.
"Yes, yes! We still have someone in the Divine Needle Sect; he's here! He's coming!"
Wang Chongyang suddenly shouted, too excited to speak coherently, desperately wanting to rush onto the stage and shout to the world that Lin Zifeng was their Divine Needle Sect's—man!
