Time flowed on. A month later, Ye Lin returned to the Heavenly Hall once more.
Holding a scroll, he made his way toward the grand hall ahead.
As he walked, Ye Lin frowned slightly.
At some point, he had already been surrounded.
Men dressed in white robes with Long Swords on their backs had encircled him at the very center.
"Is there a problem?"
Ye Lin raised an eyebrow slightly as he looked at the people around him and asked.
"Was it you who killed the young manor lord of Mystic Sword Manor?"
One of the men shouted at Ye Lin, waves of pressure instantly enveloping him.
"Everyone, I saw it. Although he didn't make a move that time, this man was in league with the one who did."
At the outskirts, a man pointed at Ye Lin and shouted.
Such a commotion drew countless experts in the vicinity to stop and watch.
"Gasp, I heard a few days ago that the young manor lord of Mystic Sword Manor was killed. It caused quite a stir at the time—the entire Mystic Sword Manor mobilized to hunt down the culprit everywhere."
"I saw it too. Looks like they've found him now."
"How pitiful. Offending Mystic Sword Manor—this young man is in for a world of pain now."
"Isn't that so?"
"I wouldn't be so sure."
Amid the waves of discussion, Ye Lin's frown deepened.
The young manor lord of Mystic Sword Manor—who was that?
He had no impression of him whatsoever.
"Hmph. Though you didn't make a move, since you were in league with that person, we cannot let you live."
"Everyone, attack! Take this man down!"
As soon as he spoke, the figures around him erupted with immensely powerful auras and rapidly closed in on Ye Lin.
"Scram."
Ye Lin