Li Ling unceremoniously sat down without hesitation, his expression remaining that of mild amusement, as if he were a spectator watching a group of clowns play out an act. This demeanor naturally made the group of Hall Masters feel extremely unhappy, but they understood that their goals took precedence over their pride... for now.
Seeing that they could hold it in, Li Ling became somewhat bored. Despite his seeming disregard for authority, he still cupped his fist in a relatively respectful salute, greeting the group who sat before him in a bland tone.
"Greetings, esteemed Hall Masters. To what does a great talent like myself owe the honor of being summoned here today?"
There was not a hint of humility or respect in his tone, as if he were talking to his own peers. However, his words were stable enough to pass as a standard greeting, so even though Hu Wulei bared his fangs with an irritated growl, the six Hall Masters still said nothing outright.
