"..."
Lin Yan's expression remained placid as he glanced at the severed head of a young girl discarded in the distance.
His gaze shifted to the old man standing before him, yet he said nothing.
The Little White Ape perched on Lin Yan's shoulder shivered involuntarily.
It knew its master was enraged.
Yet its master seldom appeared so calm in his fury.
The Little White Ape couldn't help but take a long, hard look at the white-robed elder before them.
Beneath its master's calm exterior lay turbulent undercurrents, poised to erupt into waves and storms of devastation.
And this old fool clearly had no idea what he was about to face.
"Saint Master?"
Yu Chenzi stepped half a pace forward, holding something in his hand, and said calmly, "With your current cultivation, you are no longer an ordinary mortal. Joining my sect would be returning home!"
"Returning home?"
