"Master, tell me, when will I be able to become your disciple?"
"Master, can you be my master?"
"Why won't you let me take you as my master?"
"Master, my mother is dead, my mother is dead, sob, sob, sob."
"Master, I will definitely become your disciple. I'll definitely become your disciple. Definitely!"
Scene after scene from the past flashed through Ye Lin's mind like a film. Standing where he was, Ye Lin closed his eyes as Blood Baleful aura surged wildly around him.
At last, he slowly opened his eyes and suppressed all the illusions around him. Then he walked out of the great hall alone.
After leaving the great hall, Ye Lin headed straight for Yang Xiu's residence.
Ye Lin was incredibly fast, crossing tens of thousands of meters with almost every step. In the blink of an eye, he arrived at Yang Xiu's residence.
It was a very ordinary great hall, and Li Shanchang was seated cross-legged before it.
Ye Lin did not sense Yang Xiu's aura, but that did not matter. His target was Li Shanchang.
"What are you doing here? Are you planning to make a move against me?"
Watching Ye Lin approach, Li Shanchang frowned and spoke.
"My disciple is dead. Was it your doing?"
Ye Lin's voice was icy, like the whisper of a demon from beneath the Nine Netherworlds.
Hearing Ye Lin's voice, Li Shanchang shuddered all over.
With just a few simple words, he sensed a towering killing intent.
He knew that if he could not give Ye Lin a reasonable explanation now, he would very likely lose his life.
Ever since he had seen Ye Lin force Qin An back last time, he had known Ye Lin was not someone he could handle. He had immediately stopped plotting against Ye