"Alright, cousin."
The other cultivators at the table glanced at Qin Hao, their eyes revealing disdain.
Except for the younger one, Tongtong, the others at the table were at the twelfth level of Qi Refinement or at the initial stages of the Postnatal Middle Stage, all renowned talents in their own right.
Even they secretly held great admiration for Li Yifan; for someone to dare ridicule him was simply arrogant beyond measure.
Qin Hao heard the taunts from the two young female cultivators, yet his face remained expressionless, as if he heard nothing. Such people were not worth his attention.
Li Yifan and his entourage had already reached the table at the center of the garden and taken their seats.
