Return to the Sect

Undercurrents surged through the Middle Continent. Within the great Ancient Races, that sudden rumor triggered a chain reaction of shock, suspicion, alliances, and more.

Although Lin Ming had no way of knowing the specific details, as the hidden hand behind all this, he had long foreseen what an enormous uproar the announcement of this information would inevitably cause.

The Hun Clan's thousand-year scheme had been abruptly exposed. It was like dropping a ten-thousand-ton giant stone beneath the seemingly calm surface of a lake; what it stirred up would definitely not be mere ripples, but towering waves powerful enough to overturn the entire order.

Whether the Ancient Clan chose to forcefully verify it, whether the Lei, Yan, Yao, and Shi clans ultimately decided to band together for warmth, or how the Hun Clan internally raged and adjusted their strategy, all of this was within Lin Ming's expectations.

At that point, he was like a brilliant chess player who had placed a key piece and thrown the entire board into chaos. What he had to do next was calmly set out his arrangements according to how the situation changed, advancing steadily and surely.

Therefore, no matter how violently the outside world surged, after setting the board, his heart held its own calm. He would not lose composure because of any side's drastic movements.

At that moment, Lin Ming had safely returned to the merged Ancient Dragon Island. Just as he set foot in the core region of the Dragon Island, a clear female voice filled with irrepressible joy entered his ears:

"Brother Lin Ming!"

Before her words had even faded, a green figure appeared before Lin Ming in an instant like a fluttering butterfly, carrying a faint fragrance. It was Qing Lin.

After more than half a year apart, the young girl's