"It didn't look like he'd gone berserk!"
Bai Yifei lowered his voice as he spoke to the Sect Master and the ancestors.
"Heh." Ancestor Pan Qing chuckled. "If the Holy Son really has gone berserk, then with his strength, I'm afraid the entire Imperial Capital will suffer!"
"He might even force several of those old undead monsters from the imperial clan to come out and suppress him! After all, the Supreme Avatar isn't something just anyone can suppress."
As Ancestor Pan Qing spoke, he seemed to be looking forward to this moment. He truly wanted to see what would happen if a powerhouse bearing the Supreme Avatar went berserk and could no longer control himself.
"Can you say something auspicious for once?" Ancestor Zhang Bailiu snapped irritably. "Without the Holy Son, the Tianshui Sect would never have had a chance to rise again!"
Ancestor Pan Qing furrowed his brow and sighed. "But if he truly is our Tianshui Sect's Holy Son, then naturally I... But he..."
"Ah."
Pan Qing hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping himself.
He knew very well that Lin Bai and the Tianshui Sect were bound by a transaction.
"He was indeed cultivating Mystic Arts and Dao Arts. He must have overexerted himself. Although he's fine, he destroyed this perfectly good residence."
The spring in the courtyard did not flow downward. Instead, it arced straight up into the sky.
A sword radiance shot into the heavens from the ruins of the residence. Immediately afterward, Lin Bai walked out behind it.
The earth beneath his feet had split into chunks that floated and danced through the sky.
Zu Zhangbai saw that Lin Bai's expression was peaceful and his eyes calm, with no sign that he had gone berserk. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.
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