When Bai Ziran saw Ye Lin return, she immediately ran over in alarm.
"Elder Ye, rest assured. The Sect Master has already sent people to investigate this matter. We will definitely capture the culprit for you."
Hearing Bai Ziran's words, Ye Lin casually waved a hand, indicating there was no need.
"I've already killed the culprit. There's no need to trouble yourselves."
After saying that, Ye Lin headed toward the main hall alone.
Watching Ye Lin's departing back, Bai Ziran felt a stab of pain in her heart. You people... She knew that this time, Ye Lin would completely distance himself from the Dao Heaven Sect.
At last, she understood what Ye Lin had meant before: one must never let down one's guard against others.
Ye Lin buried An Xin's body in the Back Mountain and personally erected a grave marker for him. After standing before the grave for several minutes, Ye Lin flicked his sleeve and departed.
An Xin's soul had long since been consumed by heaven and earth. Even Ye Lin could do nothing about it.
After leaving, Ye Lin sat cross-legged alone in the main hall. To put it coldly, An Xin's death was nothing more than a minor interlude to him.
It was true. His feelings toward emotions were growing ever fainter. He truly seemed to be heading toward becoming heartless.
Perhaps one day, he would become an existence like the Dao itself—without desire or demands, caring for nothing, his heart remaining utterly unmoved even if heaven and earth were destroyed.
Yet none of this was something he could change. He knew that if he wanted to keep climbing higher, these were things he had to experience.
Cultivation, cultivation—the four words "remain true to one's heart" nearly ran through a cultivator's entire life.
The moment one