Li Shanchang, who had walked out the door, turned and glanced at the grand hall behind him, his face full of cold sneers.
"Ye Lin, Ye Lin. Though I don't know you, you're far too arrogant. Do you really think you're invincible? Of all places, you should never have come to the Central Region."
"Then let me serve you the first delicacy."
Li Shanchang flicked his sleeve and departed, while Ye Lin remained utterly still.
He wanted to see what tricks Li Shanchang intended to play, meeting ten thousand changes with steadfast immobility.
A day later, as Ye Lin sat cross-legged within the grand hall, he suddenly sensed that something was amiss. He rose and left the hall for the outside world.
The moment he stepped out, he smelled a thick stench of blood. Looking again, he saw Qingming, Mingyue, and the others lying in neat rows before the hall entrance.
All five of his servants were dead.
And throughout it all, he had sensed nothing.
Though he held no feelings for those five, this act was no different from slapping Ye Lin across the face.
Slapping his face until it rang with sharp smacks.
"Good... good... very good indeed."
Ye Lin's expression darkened like still water.
He looked around, then rose and left the Dao Heaven Sect. He was certainly under Li Shanchang's surveillance now, so he decided to use himself as bait and fish for Li Shanchang.
After leaving the Dao Heaven Sect, Ye Lin walked alone through the sky with his hands behind his back, stepping upon empty air one step at a time as he leisurely admired the scenery below.
There were waterfalls pouring down a thousand miles in a single rush, and mountains and rivers stretching beyond the eye's reach.
This world was beautiful—beautiful beyond