"Say something!" Patriarch Huyan glared at the king.
The king said, "What? Right! Jun Linyuan… looks like a nice guy to me…"
Before he could finish, the old man rolled his eyes at him.
"Well… he's not that great. I think he's just alright… Maybe there's someone better…"
Before he could finish, the old master glared at him again.
The old man was so fierce that he looked like he was going to eat the king alive. The problem was that he really was capable of doing that. One slap from him, and the entire Northern Yan would collapse.
"Forget it. You won't understand." Patriarch Huyan pursed his lips in distaste. He rose to his feet, put his hands behind his back, and was ready to leave. However, he stopped after a few steps and glanced at the king.
The king immediately followed him and smiled obsequiously.
Patriarch Huyan snorted. "You won't find anyone as good-looking or talented as that brat in the previous or next century!"
