He said with a mocking smile, "What’s the matter? Looking at you greenhorns, it seems you’re not convinced?"
A murmur of displeasure rippled through the crowd. The term "greenhorn" might be acceptable for some raw recruits, but these people were different. Every single one of them was a warrior-level expert who had clawed their way up from the brink of life and death. To be called greenhorns was an insult. If they were mere greenhorns, then they had no idea who would even be considered a master.
Even knowing Lin Ce’s true identity, they remained unsatisfied. These guys were incredibly arrogant, and having the Northern Dragon Head serve as their own commander made them feel as if their own leaders had been sidelined. There was an inherent friction between the different territories—not exactly a deep-seated enmity, but a bottled-up competitive spirit.
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