Lin Tianlong watched as Wu Tian ignored him. Displeased, but unable to ascertain Wu Tian’s identity at the moment, he could only huff and walk away.
In the valley, a long table was laden with all sorts of delicacies, arranged like a banquet.
Lin Tianlong drank his wine sullenly.
"Young Master Lin, what’s the matter?" a few smartly dressed young men asked as they walked over.
"I ran into a guy with a big ego," Lin Tianlong said.
He didn’t consider himself egotistical for getting sulky over being ignored. Instead, he decided Wu Tian, the one who ignored him, was the one with the ego.
"Oh? Who was it?"
"Who dares to provoke our Young Master Lin?"
Birds of a feather flock together. These young men were idle heirs from wealthy families. They didn’t need to work and often gathered to drink and chase women.
Lin Tianlong pointed in Wu Tian’s direction. "It’s him."
"His clothes don’t look very impressive."
"Could he be a wolf in sheep’s clothing? Maybe the son of some tycoon?"
The poor wouldn’t know about the opening of the Gambling Stone Field, nor would they be allowed entry. Wu Tian’s background left them all puzzled.
Among the group was Nangong Yi, who sneered, "What tycoon? His background is quite ordinary; he just has a mother at home. Aside from being somewhat good at fighting and racing, he’s nothing special."
Naturally, Nangong Yi wouldn’t speak well of Wu Tian. He downplayed Wu Tian’s terrifying skills as just being "somewhat good at fighting." His nearly magical drifting technique was trivialized into being "somewhat good at racing."
"So, you’re saying he’s not wealthy?" Upon hearing this, everyone frowned.
As sons of wealthy families, they had considered themselves superior from a young age, believing they were both talented and handsome. They believed that at a gathering like this, only they, the true dragons among men, should be allowed entry. But now, an impoverished boy had slipped in? Some of them already wore looks of disdain.
"Young Master Lin, that half-brother of yours seems rather fond of him," Nangong Yi suddenly remarked.
The other young masters nodded in agreement.
"Even though that brother of yours is an illegitimate son, he’s still managed to get one foot into our circle. How could he associate with a poor person?"
"Exactly. A poor person like that can’t be our friend."
"Our backgrounds dictate the kind of friends we should make. We should only befriend people who can help us."
"Right, right, right," the young masters all agreed enthusiastically. "What help could a poor person like that possibly offer him?"
This wasn’t just their own belief; their parents had taught them the same. They were to choose friends who could be useful and avoid those who were not.
In their eyes, Wu Tian couldn’t possibly offer Lin Fa any help. For Lin Fa to befriend him was, to them, an act of sheer stupidity.
***
In an exquisite building within the valley, a middle-aged man had already donned a Sun Yat-sen suit. His mentor, Xiao Liang, preferred them over Western suits.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," the middle-aged man said.
The door opened, and Nalan Feng walked in.

Nalan Feng was already thinking, How wonderful would it be if I could become his disciple?

Watching this, the wealthy young ladies eating nearby looked at each other in disbelief. Could this be real?
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