"Whatever, there are countless sects that would want me! Next time we meet, you'll find this debt won't be settled with just an apology!"
Lin Chang'sheng said it outright.
The elders were all fuming, practically sputtering with rage; Lin Chang'sheng was just too damn cocky.
But honestly, Lin Chang'sheng wasn't wrong. Give him a bit more time to grow, and next time these elders face him, they might not even be able to put up a fight.
"Lin Chang'sheng is absolutely out of his mind! He wants the elders to apologize to him?"
"Yeah! He's dreaming. Even if he stays in the Immortal Palace after offending the Grand Elder, life won't be pretty for him. We gave him a way out, and he's still not budging?"
"He can afford to be cocky! A genius like him—Immortal Martial Hall, or the Heaven-Suppressing Sect, would fight over him and throw him all the resources he'd need! In five hundred years, these elders probably couldn't lay a finger on him!"
