Taiyin Tribe, inner tribe.
Above the crystal-clear lake, mist curled faintly, and spiritual energy abounded.
At the center of the lake stood a small island shrouded in dense Spirit Mist, ethereal and immortal-like, as though it were a fairy isle hidden amid the clouds, filled with a vague and illusory feeling.
This was Yin God Island, where the Taiyin Tribe Leader, Yin Shen, resided.
"What did you say? Su Mo has come?"
Within a luxurious palace on the island, Cold Xie, dressed in a purple robe and wearing a somewhat stern expression, stared blankly at the black-clad young man before him. Upon hearing his report, he was greatly astonished.
"Yes, Young Clan Leader. Su Mo arrived in Taiyin City just now!" the black-clad young man said solemnly.
"Heh heh!" Cold Xie laughed upon hearing this. Though his smile was gentle, the chill within it made one shudder.
Involuntarily, Cold Xie clenched his fists. Whenever he thought of Su Mo, he could not help but feel immense humiliation.
As the Taiyin Tribe's Young Clan Leader and the future ruler of the Taiyin Tribe, being defeated by Su Mo across realms was an eternal pain in his heart.
Although his master had said that being defeated by Su Mo had been a tempering of his state of mind, that there had been loss but also gain.
Only by firming his resolve, striding forward, growing amid adversity, and rising from ruin could he become the most formidable expert.
But how could he forget such extraordinary shame and humiliation?
Had he merely been an insignificant nobody, it would have been one thing. But as the Taiyin Tribe's heir, he could not allow such a stain upon himself.
Still, being defeated by Su Mo had indeed indirectly brought him considerable growth.
Because he had been