Bright blue skies, blazing sun—Lin Long reflected on all he had done in his life. He had a clear conscience before Heaven and Earth, before his clansmen and kin, and, even more so, before the unyielding iron in his bones, before the intelligence and wisdom he had been born with, before his sagacity and martial prowess. He understood the tides of the times, knew what the age demanded, grasped the human heart, and understood human feelings. Everything he did was for this dark heaven and yellow earth, worthy of all the countless living beings in this world.
If anyone doubted it, they need only ask the countless believers of the Church: was Lin Long, the first Grand Inquisitor of the Temple of Punishment, known as "Burning Stake," not the embodiment of justice? Was he not morality's representative, Heaven's spokesman in the mortal world, the guardian of fairness and righteousness in this world?
Thus, Lin Long raised his head with perfect righteousness, fearlessly staring at the Lin Family's ancestor as he advanced step by step. His gaze was steadfast and stern, his battle intent soared straight into the clouds, as unyielding, upright, and indestructible as the iron bones filling his body.
"You ignorant brats, for the sake of our sharing the same ancestor, if you are willing to kneel and beg for mercy, I can forgive all your sins! So long as you are willing to reveal your conspiracy and confess all your dark, ghostly schemes, I may even reward you with a little benefit. But if you truly remain stubborn and refuse to repent, if you truly..."
Lin Long did not get to finish, because before the Lin Family's ancestor could make a move, Lin Qi had already charged out first.
While Lin Long had been reliving the glorious achievements