Qin Yun had a passable understanding of her grandson. He could be summed up in three words—a young man.
She was more concerned about something else. 'Using the Sun Flame with such familiarity is absolutely not something Tianlin is capable of. That old ghost... he deceived me...'
As the changes to the ranking list settled, the clamor outside grew even louder.
Qin Tianlin retracted his gaze. As a Tier Six Professional, his hearing was decent, and he could take in all the nearby discussions. Most of them were about Su Chen; almost no one was talking about him anymore.
Further away, there was only a buzzing clamor, too indistinct to make out.
But in his ears, every sound twisted into contempt and ridicule. The self-satisfaction and excitement he'd felt just moments ago had turned into a harsh slap across his own face.
"Su Chen... Su Chen... Su Chen..." Qin Tianlin murmured, the name already an inescapable nightmare in his mind.
