After Lin Jianxing hysterically shouted those words, his whole body seemed to collapse from exhaustion. He looked at Li Tianming, laughing as tears streamed down his face.
Apart from his laughter, the entire Myriad Swords Divine Mausoleum was deathly silent.
Yet Li Tianming could clearly feel that when the two words "Lin Mu" appeared within the ancestral mausoleum, countless violent storms began brewing around him. Before long, the whole world would likely be overturned.
The gazes scrutinizing him began to burn hot as well.
"This man is called Lin Feng. Because he accidentally trespassed into the private estate of a cultivator named Gongshu Ding, he was captured by Gongshu Ding and made to reveal his identity."
Gongshu Ding had never imagined that he would expose himself as Lin Mu's son! In this world, no one would ever call himself Lin Mu's son!
"Furthermore, everyone, look at his appearance, look at his arms, look at his conduct of consorting with outsiders... All of this needs neither words nor bloodline verification to prove that he is Lin Mu's son! Perhaps no one expected Lin Mu to leave behind offspring before his death, but this man's existence is ironclad evidence!"
Lin Jianxing spoke at length without pause.
"As the saying goes, a father's debts are paid by his son. Now, I have brought Lin Mu's son to the Myriad Swords Divine Mausoleum. Before our ancestors, I ask all elders to decide his fate!"
After Lin Jianxing finished speaking, the entire Myriad Swords Divine Mausoleum remained deathly silent.
"Raise your head."
A cold, deep, irresistible voice rang beside Li Tianming's ear.
Li Tianming pursed his lips and did as he was told.
Everyone was looking at his face, his arms, even examining his soul.
Huff!
Many experts sharply sucked in a breath of cold