Calling on the Zhengs to Pay Respects to the Young Lord

Ben Moran's face changed when he saw the long sword condensed in Evan Lin's hand, and he exclaimed again in shock.

"Fourth-grade Vajra?"

Hearing this, Old Master Zheng and Madam Zheng, seated at the head of the table, grew even more excited.

Zheng Qiuchan's heart skipped a beat, while Zheng Fuyi felt as if someone had slapped her hard across the face.

If Evan Lin really is a fourth-grade Vajra, then when he had Yvonne Zhu slap her earlier, he was actually giving her a huge amount of face!

A fifth-grade Vajra is just stepping into the Vajra Realm, but a fourth-grade Vajra is already something extraordinary!

"Fourth-grade?"

Old Master Zhu heard this and took a deep breath, giving Evan Lin another long look.

Rowan Zhu's smile stiffened, turning especially awkward.

"Even a fourth-grade Vajra is nothing special!"