Bei Lin slowly handed Rainbow Heavenly Venerate's body to Ying Ya beside him. He stood, straightened his clothes, and led the others over to Fang Mo.
His feelings were tangled beyond measure!
This young man, whose opportunity in the Yin Void he had once tried to seize, now stood at a height he could only look up to. And he had even saved his life.
No, he had saved the entire clan!
How could he not know why Rainbow Heavenly Venerate had died?
Although the Ancestor had burned his source essence, exhausted himself severely, and brought his body to the brink of collapse, he could still have lived another few years. Yet he had chosen to snuff out his last spark of life.
He had probably done it to appease Fang Mo's hatred of the Heavenly Wolf Clan. But that sacrifice should not have fallen to Rainbow Heavenly Venerate. It should have fallen to Bei Lin, who had orchestrated everything back then.
He forcibly suppressed the turmoil in his heart, steadied his emotions, and bowed respectfully.
"I, Bei Lin, offer Alliance Leader Fang our thanks on behalf of the entire Heavenly Wolf Clan for coming to our rescue. Our clan will never forget this immense kindness. We will repay it, even if we must knot grass and carry rings from beyond the grave!"
The Heavenly Wolf Clan's True Lords all bowed respectfully as well. For ten thousand years, their clan had never fully submitted to the Tianli Sect's rule. Now, at last, they had bent their backs.
Fang Mo withdrew his gaze from the void and looked at Bei Lin. His eyes were calm, without hatred, mockery, or killing intent. There was only stillness, like an ancient well without a ripple.
Once his strength had reached a certain level, he