Old Man Lin's attitude was practically humble to the extreme.
If Li Yan saw this, he would certainly grow wary.
There was no other explanation. This old monster was a genuine Earth Immortal, and the many disturbances caused by the Cocoon Clothes Cult and the Jianmu Organization in Jinling had all been orchestrated by him.
To this day, Li Yan and the others still had not figured out what method had been used to kill Tian Chiliarch.
For him to show such respect, the other party's cultivation and status had to be even higher.
"Humph!"
The strange old Taoist known as "Hundred Bones True Man" took a step forward. The deathly aura and resentment radiating from his body instantly withered and charred the weeds beneath his feet.
He brought down the skull staff in his hand with a dull thud, interrupting Old Man Lin, and rasped, "Lei Yin was insatiably greedy and brought humiliation upon herself, delaying the Holy Sect's great undertaking! If not for her years of service, she should be punished according to the sect rules this very moment!"
On the other side, "Corpse Clothes Granny" also let out a strange "heh-heh" laugh from her throat. Like a Night Owl's cry, she said, "This old woman told her long ago—how could the Yangzhou Cauldron be easy to deal with? But... with her injured, it has saved us some trouble."
"From here on, the two of us will take over."
The Old Woman's appearance was even stranger.
She wore a "corpse garment" pieced together from countless scraps of cloth in different colors and textures. Dark-brown stains and bizarre incantations remained on every piece.
Wrinkles piled across her face like the skin of a wind-dried orange. Her eyes were murky and yellow, and in her hand she carried a battered