Little master of flattery

"That's right, that's right, you're indeed young master Ling, Pavilion master Ling, workshop master Ling. Your eyes are really different. I didn’t even say anything, and you've already thought of it. With young master Ling’s age, cultivation level, eyes, and wisdom, it'll be hard for you not to advance to the God level in this trip to the virtual sky World. Oh, that's right, I heard that you're already at the God level, which means you're at the venerable level. That's right, if even someone as bright and sharp as young master Ling can't advance to the venerable level, it'll be unforgivable by the heavens. " I’m just lucky to have met a prodigy like young master Ling. It's my great fortune ..." Deacon Jin slapped his leg and laughed so hard that his fat trembled. His words were full of flattery.

" Ugh ..." Ling Yixin and the others retched. They were utterly disgusted.