The Lin Clan Ancestral Tomb, Myriad Sword Divine Mausoleum.
Nearly a hundred thousand Lin Clan powerhouses watched helplessly as "Second Lin" and "Dongshen Yue" left with Li Tianming and the others.
Buzz!
The storm swept past.
Within the ancestral grounds, there was utter silence.
Quite a few people from the Second Sword Branch followed their Second Branch Master and left first.
Others departed on their own.
In the end, quite a few people remained and gathered around the Seventh Branch Master, "Lin Wuyi."
Naturally, the highest-ranking among them was the Third Branch Master, "Lin Xiaoyun."
"Wuyi, you were a little impulsive just now."
Lin Xiaoyun shook his head and spoke earnestly.
"Brother Xiaoyun... sigh, those two old undead fools are throwing their weight around and acting without dignity in their old age. They're truly infuriating! I just couldn't swallow it. It's disgusting!"
Lin Wuyi understood how to win people over, so she put on a helpless, pitiful appearance to gain everyone else's sympathy.
"They may be old, but they were cast out of the Lin Clan Council long ago! In terms of status, they aren't above us, yet they still scold us as juniors. That truly was excessive."
"Especially that Dongshen Yue. She's simply a madwoman. You enraged her this time; she might really go to the Infinitum Dojo and challenge you. What are you going to do?"
"Wuyi, I think you should hurry home and discuss countermeasures with your parents. Or report her to the Council and have them punish her? An outsider who ruined the purity of our Lin Clan bloodline really thinks she's something special!"
Before the crowd, Lin Xiaoyun spoke without the slightest restraint.
Yet before Second Lin and Dongshen Yue earlier, he had not dared to say any of this.
"Thank you for your concern,