Eunuch Lin's raised eyebrows slowly descended, but the corners of his lips perked upwards.
This was sorrow and self-ridicule, but ultimately, it was mocking Chen Changsheng.
Eunuch Lin had grown up in the Imperial Palace and possessed both incredible talent and extensive knowledge. He cultivated in the most masterly of methods and had reached the peak of Star Condensation many years ago. If not for the situation in the palace becoming extremely dangerous in Taizong's waning years—causing him to castrate himself and enter the palace at the most critical point in his cultivation, thus making him a person of irregular constitution—perhaps he might have already stepped into the Divine Domain.
No matter how talented Chen Changsheng was in cultivation, even if he had all sorts of treasures and countless tricks that had almost killed Zhou Tong on that night, he was still no match for Eunuch Lin.
He was only seventeen years old, and in Mount Han, he had failed to enter Star Condensation.