In everyone's eyes.
The Beast King's massive figure, because of that young man's words, actually stopped right in front of the first wine line.
He stared coldly at Master Lin from Seacrest, his expression tinged with surprise and suspicion.
"Are you a Mystic Arts Adept?"
He spoke, asking the question.
Mystic Arts Adept.
As soon as those words left his mouth, everyone present looked at Master Lin from Seacrest in utter shock and confusion.
Mystic Arts Adepts are said to possess mysterious methods and all kinds of supernatural abilities, according to the rumors.
Just now, when the Beast King was about to step forward, he saw the young man sitting there, calm and unmoved, looking as if everything was under control, which made a trace of doubt flash through the Beast King's mind.
And although the Beast King was reluctant to admit it, at this moment, he truly felt a vague sense of unease he couldn't explain.
"No."
Evan Lin shook his head.
Seeing this, the Beast King's guarded mood instantly relaxed.
"If you're not a Mystic Arts Adept, why act tough in front of me?"
"Do you really think I'd be afraid of you?"
"Or do you think I'd stop here just because of your mystical words and let you off?"
"Too naive!"
The Beast King sneered, "I'll personally press your head to the ground."
He moved forward.
The one-meter distance could be covered in just two steps.