"He... he... he... he..." Su Youwei pointed at Lin Han, staring dumbfounded at Su Mu'er. He stammered for a long time, unable to get a single word out.
'He's Mr. Lin?'
'He's the renowned Mr. Lin?'
'This is just like a dream!'
'And a nightmare at that!'
It wasn't just Su Youwei; every big shot present looked as if they had seen a ghost.
'This Mr. Lin is actually so young?'
'Unbelievably young!'
They had assumed Mr. Lin would be a middle-aged man in his fifties or sixties. Only someone of that age could command the reverence of all of Jiangnan.
But this Mr. Lin was barely in his twenties?
'To have achieved so much at such a young age, enough to make even the Dragon Lord bow and scrape?'
'This is unbelievable!'
Even seeing it with their own eyes, they couldn't believe it was real. But no matter how unwilling they were to accept it, the sight of those few top-tier big shots kneeling said it all.
Seeing this, Kong Lingxuan froze on the spot, completely motionless.
