"Xu Qing, how dare he sit in that seat?"
Lin Yi's choice to sit in the front row immediately aroused dissatisfaction among the Inner Sect Saints.
That seat, according to seniority, should not have fallen to Lin Yi, a newly promoted Inner Sect Saint.
Although Lin Yi had reached the Eighth Level of the Sword Realm,
his talent in the Sword Dao was said to be unrivaled in the entire Heavenly Sword Holy Land.
But his actual strength had yet to be verified.
He did not have the right to sit in the front row.
Yet Lin Yi chose to ignore those discontented glances. After all, no matter what he did, he would be disliked by these people, so why should he care?
He could do whatever he wanted—did he really need others to point fingers and tell him what to do?
However, before Lin Yi could get comfortable, the first person to instruct him appeared.
