Lin Beixun hasn't been famous for very long.
Even now, Lin Beixun is only in his early twenties.
Back then, there was no such figure in the Beijing circle. But Lin Beixun suddenly burst onto the scene, defeating several long‑established Beijing experts in a row, leaving behind the name Lin Beixun—and after that, he almost never showed his face again.
Rumors about him are everywhere, and he’s stirred up quite a storm.
As for the Orthodox Lin Clan—a super‑giant family that only exists in the eyes of a tiny handful of people—just a tiny leak of information finally escaped.
Even that little bit of news was enough to make countless second‑gens flock to it like moths to a flame.
But that’s as far as it goes.
To Lin Beixun, who comes from the Orthodox Lin Clan, most of the people here are just trash.
That’s just the plain truth.
Even Barry Shen and the others, who were called trash, have no complaints—not even the guts to be angry.
Who would dare mess with Lin Beixun?
He stepped into the Pointing-to-Mystery Realm in his twenties—and not just the shallow fifth-grade version, either.
When Evan bluntly said he didn’t know Lin Beixun and had never heard the name,
Barry Shen and his crew had already made their final judgment about Evan sitting next to them.
A nobody who somehow got tangled up with Gloria Rong, clearly not someone who actually runs in the Beijing circle—no real background, no chance to stand on equal footing with them.
That’s just how it is.
"Sigh, the old folks at home always warned me: when you shouldn’t talk, just keep quiet. I never really got it before, but tonight I’ve finally learned a thing or two."
The guy who’d almost jumped up to toast Evan earlier shook his head, sighed, glanced at Evan, and laughed: "But at least you’re sensible—you didn’t try to wrap yourself in a tiger’s skin and wave a big flag. If you’d done that and things got out of hand, you’d have been in real danger."
He said it straight. Now that they’d confirmed Evan was no use to them, even the surface-level politeness could be skipped.
If Evan had claimed to know Lin Beixun, nobody here would’ve been able to prove it either way. And since Evan barely talked and seemed a bit withdrawn, the whole lively atmosphere—whether genuine or fake—would’ve kept going at least for a while longer.
But Evan’s blunt answer killed off any further possibilities.
That guy sounded like he was praising Evan’s honesty, but there was definitely some sarcasm in there—plus a few extra layers of contempt.
From his point of view, Evan didn’t dare wrap himself in a tiger’s skin because he was afraid things would blow up and he wouldn’t be able to handle it. Bottom line: just too timid, not enough confidence, and no real future.
"Alright, enough about him."
A girl shook her head and waved her hand, clearly annoyed that the topic was still stuck on someone as irrelevant as Evan: "We keep circling around Gloria’s random friend—aren’t you worried Gloria will get pissed?"
She smiled, finished speaking, and didn’t look at Evan again. Instead, she shifted her gaze to Ray Lei, who was sitting there: "You’re Ray Lei, right?"
She blinked her eyes and asked.
"Yeah."
Ray Lei, who’d quietly found a corner seat right after walking in, never expected to get noticed. He nodded like crazy, almost overwhelmed by the attention.
"Ray Lei?"
Barry Shen, sitting next to Evan and not even bothering to glance at him, heard this and turned to Ray Lei, considering for a moment as he spun his tea cup and stretched his neck: "So, your Lei family—is that the one that’s rumored to have latched onto some Master Lin from Seacrest recently?"
"Yeah, something like that. Master Lin from Seacrest’s disciple or whatever—it’s been making waves at Illustrious Gate Arena, right?"
Barry Shen asked curiously.
"He’s Master Lin from Seacrest’s disciple—Dylan Hu, Master Hu."
Ray Lei quickly corrected Barry Shen after hearing his question.
"Illustrious Gate Arena—I’ve heard of Dylan Hu. I even went with some friends to watch his matches. The way he fights is seriously brutal, way tougher than your average special forces guy."
Another guy perked up at the topic: "He hits hard, his skill is insane. I bet he’s almost at the Pointing-to-Mystery Realm, even if he hasn’t quite reached it yet."
"Back then I even tried to get my friend’s bodyguard to fight him, but it didn’t work out. Would’ve been epic to watch, though."
He finished, shaking his head.
"Almost at Pointing-to-Mystery? Seriously?"