Hatred!
Within Tianshui Sect, on the island where Zhou Xinjin lived.
As soon as Zhou Xinjin returned from the Water Mirror World, before he had even had time to treat his wounds, he sensed someone entering the island.
Zhou Xinjin immediately gathered his spirits, straightened his robes, and walked outside.
Zhou Xinjin had made his name a thousand years ago. He was from the same era as Mu Huaqing and had long since stopped involving himself in the sect's affairs, spending his days cultivating quietly in the mountains.
Apart from Mu Huaqing, he had very few new friends.
There were only a handful of martial artists who could freely enter and leave the island where he lived without being stopped by the formations: his master, his eldest senior brother, his third junior brother Mu Huaqing, and his youngest junior brother Li Yuanzong.
Only those four could freely enter and leave his island. Now that Mu Huaqing was dead, there was one fewer.
After straightening his robes, Zhou Xinjin rose into the air and appeared atop a sheer cliff.
A pavilion had been built on the cliff. At this moment, a white-haired old man stood inside with his hands behind his back, gazing at the beautiful mountains and rivers in the distance.
"Master."
Zhou Xinjin walked over and respectfully cupped his hands in salute.
"You went to the Demon Refining Tower to find Lin Bai?" The Grand Elder did not even turn around. He merely asked coldly.
"Yes! I couldn't let Third Junior Brother die without knowing why!" Zhou Xinjin did not try to defend himself. He answered frankly.
"Is that Lin Bai dead?" No emotion could be heard in the Grand Elder's voice.
"No!" Zhou Xinjin shook his head.
The Grand Elder chuckled softly. "Truly, the student has surpassed the