Chapter 821 - The Banque (2/2)

Senior Hu was shocked.

“A while ago, I got into trouble near the Beihan Mountains and a Senior saved me. That Senior is young but he’s already a Connate Cultivator. I guess he would be sitting with Gu Lingzi and his Royal Highness on the stage if he were here,” Mu Hongti said.

Looking at her face, Senior Hu shook his head and chuckled.

“Don’t you know that Connate Overlord can change his appearance? Who knows if he’s really a young man or not? Maybe he’s a few hundred years old!

“Besides, how would he be powerful enough to fight with the top elites of the Beihan Region? The Silver Spirits and the s.h.i.+tong Race are all top races, not to mention the royal family. Even if he’s really talented, he’d be still struggling to break through the Connate Level a century later by the time his Royal Highness becomes a Perfected Cultivator. This is the limit of his blood. The Chinese are weak. They’re not even as good as ordinary people. If you wish, the Qingyang Sect can exterminate them.”

Everyone went silent after hearing what Senior Hu said.

“Right, Senior Hu is right. Chinese people are cursed. They don’t have any talent in cultivation and are meant to be at the bottom of the world. How would they dare to challenge our elites?” Zhang Lingfeng said.

Mu Hongti knew he was right and she felt sorry for Chen Fan.

Such a talent could have been on an equal footing with the elites of the younger generation, but he could only be despised by the world right then.

Just as she sighed and was about to forget about this man, she saw someone floating in the air with a gla.s.s of wine.

The Young Master of the Wu family asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I think I saw someone I know…”

Mu Hongti hesitated.

Everyone looked over and saw a handsome man in a black outfit sitting at the end of the hall. He had black hair and black eyes. Wasn’t that Chen Fan, who had saved them before?

“Senior Chen!”

Yun Yier jumped up and waved.

“It’s really him.”

The Young Master of the Wu family also got up.

Even though they looked down on Chinese people, they were still grateful for what Chen Fan had done for them.

Mu Hongti was even thrilled. Everyone around them didn’t quite understand at first, but they all got up after listening to their explanation.

No matter who Chen Fan was, he had saved Yun Yier and the others after all, so they had to express their goodwill.

“He’s the Chinese Connate Cultivator?”

Senior Hu narrowed his eyes and looked at Chen Fan.

“Yes, that’s him! How strange. The City Lord Mansion invited only the large families and Chambers of Commerce. How did he get an invitation?” Zhang Lingfeng was confused.

“Yun Yier, how did you find me?” Chen Fan wondered.

“Senior Chen, I was rude last time, Sister Mu has already scolded me because of it. I shouldn’t have treated you like that because of your ident.i.ty. Please accept my apology,” Yun Yier replied seriously with a gla.s.s of wine in her hand.

Chen Fan glanced at Mu Hongti and saw her smiling, so he smiled back. He then raised his gla.s.s and drank a toast with Yun Yier.

After that, the Young Masters of the Wu family and the Qin family approached him for a toast, but they weren’t as grateful as Yun Yier. So, Chen Fan only had a sip of the wine.

When Chen Fan was catching up with the others, a voice was heard.

“You’re the Chinese Connate Cultivator?”

Chen Fan turned around and saw Zhang Lingfeng sneering with a gla.s.s of wine in his hand. Next to him was an elegant man who was looking at Chen Fan with naked contempt.