Mr. Yi's gaze swept over Elder He, then Elder Tong and Lance. He had once opposed all of them, but now he could crush them into bloody pulp with a single finger.
There was no hurry. These people weren't the ones he hated most. His gaze settled directly on Lu Yin, and he smiled.
Mr. Yi considered himself an elegant man. In the Sixth Continent, he had risen step by step to his current position with ease. No one dared show him disrespect. He was a guest elder of the Tong Family, second only to the Tong Family's old ancestor, and he had a chance to become an elder of the Dao Origin Sect in the future. His future was brilliant, radiant, and could not tolerate the slightest stain.
But recently, he had endured an experience that would haunt him to his bones. That beast, that despicable native, had made him taste despair. Just thinking about that foul stench made him shudder, and it could wake him from his dreams in a panic. It was a blemish—the greatest blemish of his life.
He had pursued those people at any cost just to capture that little beast with his own hands and make him despair for the rest of his life.
Mr. Yi's expression was twisted with malice, his elegant image gone without a trace. All he wanted now was to see despair, fear, pleading, and every other such emotion in Lu Yin's eyes. He wanted to see the most abject human feelings in that little beast's eyes.
Huh? Was that little beast smiling?
It wasn't just Mr. Yi. Great Master also looked at Lu Yin, because he was the only one among them who was smiling.
Elder He slowly turned to look at Lu Yin.
Lance and the others all