Lend a Brother a Hand

After Sea Master left, a storm also erupted within the pavilion.

Heavenly Master Yinghuo looked at Lin Bei, the only "Nether King Sect disciple" present whom he had never met and who was least concealed, then suddenly asked, "This young man has thick brows and large eyes, the look of a man brimming with righteous energy."

"Hey, hey, hey! Heavenly Master..." Lin Bei had been about to say that the Heavenly Master flattered him, that he was merely as handsome as a third-realm Yang Shenlong, but the words reached his lips before he suddenly remembered that he was currently a disciple of the demonic sect. His face immediately stiffened. "How can you insult someone like that?"

"This old man possesses some modest skill in reading faces and fates." The Heavenly Master still smiled faintly. "Judging from your features, you ought to have spent the first half of your life as a disciple of a righteous immortal sect, and the latter half as the master of brothels and taverns—a long-lived good man. You should not have a fate that leads into the demonic path."

"Really..." Lin Bei nearly broke into a smile, because that was precisely his lifelong dream. He had never expected it might actually come true. But he immediately replaced it with fury. "What utter nonsense! Heavenly Master, I respect you as a senior, but you cannot slander my good name out of thin air. Whenever I see an old granny crossing the street, I help her turn around first, then support her across the road. And you call me a good man?"

"The Heavenly Master suspects he is a righteous-path spy?" Black Golden Crow's gaze abruptly locked onto Lin Bei. An invisible pressure instantly crushed Lin Bei back into his chair, leaving him unable to move even a