"You are Lin Feng."
The Third Vein Master's deep, indifferent voice rang out above his head once more.
Every word was like an iron hammer striking the back of Li Tianming's head.
"Yes!"
Li Tianming nodded.
"During the ancestral rite just now, you experienced the entire process. What are your thoughts?" the other party asked.
"Our ancestors opened up territory, strengthened the clan, and passed down their bloodline. Their merits were immeasurable; they deserve to be honored," Li Tianming said.
"Then did you feel shame? Did you feel... that your existence, your flesh and blood, even kneeling before the generations of ancestors, was a desecration of them?!"
Those words were like thunder from beyond the heavens. Every word was a bolt of lightning striking Li Tianming's ears.
"If there is guilt, I acknowledge it. I can bear it!"
Li Tianming hesitated briefly, then spoke solemnly.
That overwhelming pressure had not truly crushed him.
"Haha!"
Among the formerly solemn crowd, someone finally could not hold back and let out a derisive laugh.
Boom!
Everyone was laughing.
Without exception, every laugh was mockery.
"Doesn't know the height of heaven or the depth of earth. His skin is thicker than 'Darkcloud'!"
"This isn't shamelessness—it's stupidity! It shows that not only did he inherit Lin Mu's uselessness, he has surpassed the blue that gave him color. He's even stupider than Lin Mu."
"The direct line of the Second Sword Vein? What a joke! Let their line die out!"
Someone could not help saying.
"Shut up!"
Someone else shouted.
"Shut up? Does your Second Sword Vein still have the face to speak? Stop saying Lin Mu is Lin Mu and you are you! He is your direct-line inheritor—he is your master!"
"Birds of a feather!"
The entire Myriad Swords Divine Mausoleum erupted into chaos because