Yi Nan had aligned himself with Old Man Yu. The promise the Secret Transmission had made to Thousand Gate Flying Crossing was that he would become the second Yi Nan.
To Thousand Gate Flying Crossing, this was cooperation. But to Lu Yin, it was surrender.
That Secret Transmission was quite the schemer.
Lu Yin looked toward the starry sky and saw Old Man Yu.
The old man had let the other members of the Heavenly Hand die. Some had killed themselves; others had fallen by his hand. Yet he had spared Thousand Gate Flying Crossing. Lu Yin did not know how much of that was for the sake of the Secret Transmission, but he absolutely did not believe Old Man Yu knew nothing about Thousand Gate Flying Crossing's surrender to them.
It was a shame to lose a powerhouse at the Spirit Beginning Realm.
Though Thousand Gate Flying Crossing's cultivation was lower than Mr. Li's, his value was in no way comparable to Mr. Li's.
The most pitiful ones were Open Transmission and Mr. Li. One couldn't see the Secret Transmission's methods at all, while the other had been cast aside. They were both unfortunate.
Lu Yin slowly raised a hand and placed it on Thousand Gate Flying Crossing's shoulder.
Thousand Gate Flying Crossing instinctively wanted to flee, but forced himself to hold still. He knew he couldn't escape.
"Go. Find out where Meng Sang Tian is, then tell me."
Thousand Gate Flying Crossing pleaded, "Third Master, I..."
The corners of Lu Yin's mouth lifted. His gaze was deep, a faint smile on his face, inscrutable. "You can go now."
Thousand Gate Flying Crossing stared blankly. "I can... go?"
Lu Yin withdrew his hand and said casually, "Go on. Find him, and tell me when you do."
Thousand Gate Flying