"Changjian, your killing intent is still as heavy as ever. I brought these people here, so I have a duty to take them back whole. Rein in your heart."
Prince Yan still wore that kindly expression.
What surprised Lin Xuan was that, judging from Prince Yan's words, he and Feng Changjian seemed to be acquaintances.
"Disciple Feng Changjian pays respects to the Holy Master!"
At that moment, Feng Changjian also gave Prince Yan a deep bow, performing a standard Confucian scholar's salute.
"No need for such formalities!"
Prince Yan shook his head. "What a pity. It seems your thirty years of tempering your heart in the academy have all come to nothing."
A flicker of realization appeared in Lin Xuan's eyes. Tempering one's heart in the academy—he must have been seeking a breakthrough. Feng Changjian had been to Confucian Cloud Academy.
Holy Master was how the countless students of Confucian Cloud Academy addressed great Confucian scholars.
"Holy Master, this disciple does not care. The hatred of blood relatives cannot coexist under the same sky. This disciple must kill him."
Feng Changjian's gaze was resolute, and the killing intent in his eyes as he looked at Lin Xuan nearly flowed forth.
"I will kill you too," Lin Xuan murmured softly. Feng Changjian had long since made it onto his kill-on-sight blacklist.
"Ah... then take care of yourself."
"But for the sake of our past bond, I will advise you once: do not let the Inner Demon control you."
"Lin Xuan... is too monstrous."
"That is all I have to say..."
Prince Yan offered his well-intentioned reminder. When he finished, he waved a hand and left with Lin Xuan and Ling Pianran, vanishing as though they had disappeared into thin air.
Boom!
The instant the three vanished, Feng Changjian's aura erupted once