"Senior, you've emerged from seclusion?"
Seeing Ye Lin walk out from within the main hall, Li Mu froze for a moment before speaking excitedly.
"Yes, I have. You were right—it truly is a supreme art."
"I have accepted such a great favor from you. Tell me, what do you want?"
Ye Lin looked calmly at Li Mu before him. This was a supreme art, and the karmic ties involved were immense. Ye Lin had to sever this karma completely.
Owing karma was no good thing. It might not show in the short term, but when it came time to break through, the lightning tribulation would teach you how to behave.
Owe a cause, repay its fruit—it was only right and proper.
"Senior, this junior seeks nothing else. I only ask that this junior be allowed to strike out and teach that pack of Ice Sparrow Race bastards a lesson."
After speaking, a flicker of hatred flashed through Li Mu's eyes. Though it seemed that he had spent millions of years contending with the Ice Sparrow Race's eight Heavenly Immortals in grand fashion, in truth, over these millions of years, the Ice Sparrow Race had been utterly revolting.
They hunted the Earth Spirit Race's young prodigies and even sealed off the starry sky around the Earth Spirit Race, condemning the Earth Spirit Race to live their entire lives upon the stars where they had been born.
Such actions were no different from exterminating them to the last; they directly sealed off the Earth Spirit Race's limits. This was even crueler than simply wiping out the Earth Spirit Race.
Yet he could only watch helplessly. The reason the Ice Sparrow Race did not strike directly was because they feared he would drag them down with him. A Heavenly Immortal bent on dying