Wu Lin rarely showed up in the sect, so it was understandable that they didn't recognize him.

However, Bai Huanzhi was recognized as a talented senior brother in the sect. After all, his cultivation level was almost the same as Bai Huanzhi's, so his name Wu Lin was also known to many people.

Sun Wuji narrowed his eyes and stared closely at the fan in Wu Lin's hand. Only then did he realize it was a black gold fan, an eighth-grade, top-grade spiritual weapon! There was only one in the world. "This...you are..."

"Wu Lin, how can you compare to Senior Brother Sun's fame?" Wu Lin looked at the people in front of him with a mocking smile.

"No... no no! I don't deserve it! I've heard of Senior Brother Wu's great name for a long time! It's... it's Junior Brother who is blind."

Sun Wuji lowered his head in panic. Wu Lin was a Jindan cultivator. If he just moved his finger, he, a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, would lose an arm or a leg...

"You are indeed blind. After all, you are the only one who can call my junior sister a little bitch." Wu Lin looked at Sun Wuji's trembling legs calmly.

Is he that scary? He hasn't even made a move yet, but he looks like he's about to piss his pants.

"Junior sister..." Sun Wuji raised his head and looked timidly at Yan Ying behind Wu Lin. The person who could be called junior sister by Wu Lin... should be the sect master's closed disciple... Yan Ying.

"Senior Sister Yan! I'm sorry for being rude... I didn't recognize you..." Sun Wuji had only been in the sect for four years, and Yan Ying had joined earlier than him, so it was normal for him to call her Senior Sister.

"Come here and apologize to Cen Ji!" Yan Ying didn't want to hear his compliments.

Although Sun Wuji was not convinced, he could only walk up to Cen Ji, bow and say sorry.

What he was thinking in his heart was that after Wu Lin and the others left, he would take Cen Ji to the back mountain. After all, no one would care if an outer disciple died.