For Zhang Zhicheng's words, the younger disciples of the Zhang Family had feelings of disgust, amusement, or indifference.
Lin Tian's gaze shot toward Zhang Zhicheng, with an undisguised cold sneer on his lips: "Zhang Zhicheng, I am a guest of the Zhang Family and am speaking with the Great Elder. Is there a place for you to interrupt here? Or do you place yourself higher than all the clan members present?"
"You..." No one expected Lin Tian to be so forceful, especially Zhang Zhicheng, who thought he could make Lin Tian kneel and humiliate him by relying on the Great Elder's authority. Who knew a couple of questions would render him speechless?
Of course, Zhang Zhicheng had no qualification to speak here. What a joke, with the Second Elder and several seniors in the hall, when would it be his turn to interrupt?
