The Embarrassment of a Mix-Up

"Lin Ming!"

"Brother Lin Ming!"

"Sect Master!"

Three extremely anxious cries pierced through the clouds, rushing over from the direction of the Five Elements Sect main hall.

Before his words fell, three figures had already turned into flowing light and broken through the main hall's roof, shooting directly into the sky—it was Elder Yao, Xiao Yi Xian, and Qing Lin, who had hastily pulled away from sect affairs after sensing the Dragon Emperor Pressure that had shaken heaven and earth.

The moment the three reached the air and saw the scene above them, their pupils contracted sharply. They sucked in a breath, and most of the color drained from their faces.

The Sect Master they had worried over day and night and longed to see return—Brother Lin Ming—was floating high in the sky, his black robes fluttering loudly despite the absence of wind.

Visible purple-gold Dragon Might swirled around him like raging, tangible waves. A purple-gold Reverse Scale between his brows shone brilliantly, radiating supreme pressure that made all living beings bow their heads.

His eyes, usually warm and smiling, were now as cold as frost. His Killing Intent was like a blizzard in the depths of winter, nearly freezing the entire sky.

What left the three utterly horrified, however, was that not far in front of Lin Ming, two figures were kneeling helplessly in midair.

One was an old man, the other a burly man. The old man wore a blue-gray robe, his hair and beard white, yet he remained vigorous and sharp. At present, though, his face was flushed red, veins bulging on his forehead as both hands pressed desperately against the air, as if he were bearing an immense weight. The sturdy man beside him had a towering build, black armor covering his body, his muscles knotted