"Thank you, Master, for granting this." Lin Xuan clasped his hands in salute.
The instant Master Kurong agreed, Lin Xuan's extraordinarily keen five senses suddenly caught an extremely subtle fluctuation.
It had not come from Kurong, but from Master Yideng, who was currently in a state of relief.
From the corner of his eye, Lin Xuan saw that when Master Yideng heard Kurong agree to lend out the sword manual, a trace of cold displeasure flashed deep within his formerly grateful eyes.
The emotion vanished in an instant, as though something that had originally belonged to him had been taken by someone else.
Lin Xuan did not reveal anything, and the smile on his face remained unchanged.
"Since it has been settled, let us begin." Lin Xuan rose to his feet.
Master Kurong nodded, his expression solemn. "This old monk will stand guard for you two outside." With that, he withdrew from the room and gently closed the door behind him.
Only Lin Xuan and Master Yideng remained in the hall.
The light seemed to grow dimmer.
Master Yideng sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion and said in a low voice, "Benefactor Lin, this old monk will now open his mind and draw out that evil thing. Everything depends on you."
"Rest assured, Master." Lin Xuan walked behind him, his tone calm.
Master Yideng closed his eyes. A moment later, his entire body suddenly began to tremble violently. His previously peaceful face twisted, and a brutal, chilling aura surged from within him!
"Roar..."
A low growl unlike any human sound suddenly emerged from Yideng's tightly shut mouth. His eyes flew open, fierce as a demon's, staring fixedly at Lin Xuan as a cruel curve formed at his lips.
"Yideng! You dare... destroy me?!"
At that moment, it was as if