His tone was filled with shock, fury, and confusion as he stared fixedly at the figure before him, who remained calm and composed.
Yang Lingtian slowly withdrew his jade-like palm. The amused smile on his face grew increasingly sinister and mocking.
"Looks like Elder Gu's good intentions truly had deeper meaning."
His voice remained melodious and pleasing, yet carried a coldness that saw through everything.
"This Mysterious Yin Replenishment Technique is actually making wedding clothes for someone else."
"Making wedding clothes for someone else"—those words were like a bolt of lightning, cleaving through the fog in Elder Gu's mind.
He suddenly realized something, and his pupils abruptly contracted.
"Y-you... who exactly are you?" Gu Xuantong demanded harshly, the unease in his heart surging like a rising tide.
Yang Lingtian did not answer. He merely looked at him quietly, his gaze as though he were watching a clown making a fool of himself.
At that moment, Gu Xuantong's heart sank to the bottom of a valley.
He realized that he seemed to have fallen into a meticulously arranged trap from the very beginning.
The mantis stalked the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind?
No, he did not even qualify as the cicada. He was merely that self-righteous mantis.
And the true oriole had remained hidden in the darkness all along, watching his performance with amusement.
"N-no... impossible." Gu Xuantong's face twisted with shock and fury.
He could not accept this reality. He was the dignified Supreme Elder of the Xuanba Sword Sect.
A powerhouse at the Saint God Realm Peak had actually been toyed with so thoroughly, as if he were nothing more than an object in someone else's palm.
"Ahhh!"
An unprecedented sense of humiliation, mixed with the fear of death, drove Gu Xuantong completely mad.
"No matter who you