Quite a few Mahayana cultivators stared at Lin An with gloomy expressions. If not for the Lin Clan behind him, they would likely have already made a move against him.
There was indeed no way to pursue this matter further. After all, Lin An's explanation was perfectly reasonable, and with a first-rate cultivation force backing him, there was nothing they could do to Lin An unless the others were truly prepared to go to war with the Lin Clan.
"Since Lin Chuan has already left, we should leave as well. Mu Li, and the rest of the Origin Sect's disciples, let's go!"
Zhang Lin swept his gaze across the chaotic scene and had no intention of bothering with the other factions any longer. With a wave of his right hand, a spatial passage appeared in the sky. The Origin Sect disciples in the plaza flew up one after another and, together with Mu Li, followed Zhang Lin away.
The other Mahayana cultivators pondered for a moment before beginning to depart as well. Lin Chuan had already left, and they could not make a move against Lin An, so all they could do was leave and hunt down Lin Chuan through other channels.
No matter what, although Lin Chuan had escaped from the hands of more than fifty Mahayana cultivators this time, the situation he faced would not improve. A warrant for his capture had already spread throughout the cultivation world. Wherever he went, countless eyes would be watching him. If he revealed even the slightest trace, groups of Mahayana cultivators might be chasing after him the very next moment.
Such a situation was exceedingly rare in the history of the entire Central River Continent. In the past, such things only occurred when cultivators who had fallen to demonic paths caused