Evan Lin's voice had grown noticeably colder.
What a joke!
When Evan Lin spoke, Logan Lu, sitting beside him, shuddered, his face turning pale and his legs going weak.
If he weren't sitting in a chair, Logan Lu would have probably collapsed onto the floor by now.
He glanced fearfully at Evan Lin beside him. In all the time he'd known Evan Lin, this was the first time Logan Lu had seen him lose his composure.
Especially in that instant just now, a terrifyingly intense aura erupted from Evan Lin.
That frightening aura appeared in a flash, and vanished just as quickly.
If Logan Lu hadn't been sitting so close, he might have thought he'd imagined it all.
Are you alright?
Logan Lu swallowed hard, still gripped by fear. Even his hands were shaking.
"I'm fine."
Blake Lin took a deep breath, leaned back in his chair, and glanced at the Winter Gate, smiling self-deprecatingly. "Never expected this, really never expected it."
I can't believe that one day, I'd actually lose my composure because of a nobody like Master Lin from Seacrest.
Just this alone is enough to make Master Lin from Seacrest famous throughout Beijing.
Blake Lin shook his head, sighing. For someone like him, whose cultivation and mental state are both strong, even facing powerful enemies before, he rarely lost his composure.
But just now, for a moment, Blake Lin was truly shocked—he felt a mix of awe and fear.
Others might think it's simple—just keep forming barriers to defend. But Blake Lin, who walked out of the much larger Four Seasons Grand Array of the Orthodox Lin Clan, truly understands how terrifying the Winter Gate is.
Once inside, everyone's strength is first weakened by the cold. The speed at which you condense qi is greatly slowed, let alone forming solid ice barriers.
Moreover, continuously forming solid ice is a huge drain—even for Master Lin from Seacrest.
If Blake Lin tried to defend the way Master Lin from Seacrest does, he might manage it, but probably not with such ease and speed.
After all, Blake Lin had never even considered this possibility before.
"That's right, that's right! If word got out that Master Lin from Seacrest received your praise, he'd instantly become the hottest name in town—everyone would want to befriend him."
Logan Lu grinned obsequiously: "Everyone knows how powerful you are—you're the undisputed super genius. Master Lin from Seacrest might get some fame today, but compared to you, he's still worlds apart."
He just got lucky being noticed by you.
After Logan Lu finished speaking, Blake Lin glanced at him, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
Blake Lin had heard enough flattery in his life and didn't particularly enjoy it, but he wasn't about to get angry at Logan Lu over something so trivial.
Besides, Logan Lu was right. No matter how impressive Master Lin from Seacrest is, a compliment from Blake Lin means a lot more.
Nowadays, countless people hope for a word of praise from Blake Lin—even a few simple words could change their lives.
But Blake Lin rarely praises anyone—he seldom even takes notice of others. With his strength and status, ordinary people don't even register on his radar.
Looks like Master Lin from Seacrest is in for a tough time.
Blake Lin gave his verdict: "If he tries to break the array now, he might succeed. But if he waits for the Froststorm Vortex of the Winter Gate to fully form, it's almost certain death."
What kind of lunatic is this? Who taught him, and where does his confidence come from? Does he really think he's invincible?
After speaking, Blake Lin realized he'd said more than usual today. All this fuss over Master Lin from Seacrest was unwarranted. He shook his head, sipped his tea, and fell silent.
Seeing Blake Lin's mood calm down, Logan Lu felt a wave of relief.
He looked again at Master Lin from Seacrest inside the Winter Gate, wondering if he should greet him if he managed to survive and come out.
Just to tell Master Lin from Seacrest that he'd been praised by Blake Lin of the Orthodox Lin Clan—and maybe have him come over to thank Blake Lin properly.
To Logan Lu, the name Blake Lin was practically a golden ticket.
Master Lin from Seacrest surely knew Blake Lin's reputation. Maybe, upon hearing Blake Lin's name, he'd come over, bow, shake hands, say a few polite words, and try to build a connection with the Orthodox Lin Clan.
Maybe Master Lin from Seacrest was good at flattery too. If he managed to please Blake Lin and got a promising future, Logan Lu, who delivered the message, could ride that success to the top.
The thought made Logan Lu's heart race with excitement.