A day later.
At the summit of the Heavenly Yin Sect's back mountain.
"Brother Yin, I've been busy refining pills lately and only managed to visit now. Please forgive me."
Han Feng was handsome and refined in appearance, looking to be in his thirties or forties. His calm eyes were frighteningly composed.
Even as he chatted and laughed, he gave off an impression of friendliness and harmony.
"Not at all, rather, I..."
Old Man Yin Gu wore a genial smile as well.
But just as he was about to explain, Han Feng spoke again and cut him off.
"Brother Yin, there's no need for us to say so much. My men were in the wrong before, acting far too arrogantly outside. I've already punished them."
"You probably won't see them again for the rest of your life."
As Han Feng spoke, he picked up his teacup and took a sip, though the killing intent in his voice was impossible to miss.
"There's no need for that, no need!"
Old Man Yin Gu's brows lifted ever so slightly as he thought to himself, Han Feng truly lived up to his reputation for tyranny.
He was the very image of a smiling tiger. He looked kindly on the surface, but no one knew what lay in his heart.
Seeing that Old Man Yin Gu still refused to yield even after he had gone this far, Han Feng was already running out of patience.
Back when he had been under Yao Chen, he had needed to disguise himself and suppress his nature.
But now that Yao Chen had been killed by him and was probably somewhere barely clinging to life, if he still had to swallow his anger, wouldn't his plot against Yao Chen have been for nothing?
Therefore,
he had come to