They were all disciples under this middle-aged man, their Star Levels all ranging from Seventh to Eighth Grade, naturally filled with pride in their hearts.
Lin Feng chuckled dismissively upon hearing their conversation. The Star Palace was indeed a transcendent force on this mainland, but it was only one of them; there were others that could contend with it.
For instance, the Candle Dragon Palace where Lin Feng had previously belonged to, and several of the Black Gold Elders of the Star Palace had even died at Lin Feng's hand. Of course, mentioning these now was utterly pointless.
It was rather the middle-aged man who took a long look at Lin Feng, not saying much more, "Everyone has their own aspirations. You have good talent; I hope you realize your mistake before it's too late and not lead yourself astray."
The meaning of his words was quite clear: he was saying that Lin Feng's current choice was very foolish—a mistake. Lin Feng didn't take it to heart.
