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"I wonder how great he feels himself to be, or how he managed to make so many of us wait for him for so long?"

The moment he walked into the Scholar's Hall, Lin Jingyu heard a burst of sarcasm.

It was obvious that they were here for him.

"Mo Han, what do you mean?"

Zhao Qingxiu stood up, looking at the cold Mo Han in the corner with incomparable anger