Plea for Help

Lin Tianyu was helped to his feet by the Yellow Mountain Sword Venerable. Hearing the question, he hurriedly said, "Yes, Patriarch. Qin Huaian, whose name has become known throughout the Luo River World these past years, is my disciple—and also your junior."

"Huaian is the most talented disciple of our Yellow Mountain Sword Sect! His heart is also exceptionally pure and kind."

"Patriarch, you must save him!"

Lin Tianyu did his utmost to praise Qin Huaian, hoping the Yellow Mountain Sword Venerable would step in and rescue him.

Of course, it was not really praise. He was merely telling the truth.

By now, most cultivators in the Luo River World already knew of Qin Huaian's genius.

He had cultivated from the Tribulation Transcendence Realm to the Golden Immortal Realm in less than a hundred years. If he was not a genius, then who was?

Still, this grand-grand-patriarch of his seemed to possess an extraordinarily profound cultivation as well. He should count as a genius too, right? Lin Tianyu thought to himself.

The Yellow Mountain Sword Venerable sighed. "I never expected Huaian to have a master like you. That is his good fortune indeed!"

This cultivator before him, Lin Tianyu, had only just reached the True Immortal Realm.

From the look of it, he was preparing to cross the void passage and head to the Chaotic Sea Region to save Qin Huaian.

But what use could a True Immortal cultivator possibly be there? At most, he would only give the Heavenly Treasure Sacred Land one more hostage.

This master of Qin Huaian's had surely heard of the Heavenly Treasure Sacred Land's great name.

Among the Luo River World's seven great factions, anyone with a somewhat higher cultivation had at least heard of it.

Yet even so, he was still willing to