Watching Huangfu Lanzhi and his son kneel before Zhang Xuanling, Lin Han was suddenly reminded of a phrase: more money than sense.
'It's true, being rich doesn't make you smart.'
'At least, these two certainly aren't!'
Seeing Huangfu Lanzhi and his son kneel, Zhang Xuanling was immensely satisfied, his face a mask of smug pride.
'So what if they're from a prestigious family? They still have to kneel before me.'
However, his eyes landed on Lin Han and Sun Xing, who remained standing. His brow furrowed in displeasure. "Why aren't you two kneeling?"
Lin Han: "???"
Lin Han was rendered even more speechless.
'Is this con man out of his mind? Is he addicted to this act? Does he really think he's some kind of Immortal?'
Sun Xing said awkwardly, "This... this True Master, we aren't with the family."
"Does not being part of this family exempt you from kneeling?" Zhang Xuanling said coldly.
