Bzzzz!!!!
A deathly silence fell over both ends of the phone call.
Looking at Lu Chen, whose killing intent had nearly solidified into substance, even Sun Qingcang felt a chill shoot up his spine.
This kid... truly intended to unleash a massacre!
He swallowed and hurriedly rose to his feet. "Lu Chen, don't act rashly! Although the Cinnabar Iron Pardon can pardon you from a death sentence, if you truly slaughter the Wu, Zhao, and Qin families to the last, you may escape death but not punishment! When that time comes, not only will the Lu Clan Temple be implicated, but your parents and sister will be dragged into this as well. Never let anger rule your head!"
"Yes, Lu Chen. Teaching them a lesson is fine, but you absolutely cannot start a massacre!"
Lan'er hurriedly transmitted her voice to him as well. "Don't forget, you now have an immortal registry and are a bona fide immortal! Even if you're only a 'Horse Fodder Registrar,' you're still a Heavenly Official! Unless mortals take the initiative to slay a god, if you attack mortals, not only will you lose immense merit, but the Heavenly Court will hold you accountable!"
She completely understood Lu Chen's state of mind.
Ever since entering the Exquisite Pagoda, Lu Chen had hovered at death's edge countless times. The string in his mind had long been stretched to its limit.
He could not defeat those immortals in the heavens, yet these people on the ground—whose strength was comparable to his, or even inferior—still dared provoke him like this.
If it were her, she would not be able to endure it either.
But times had changed.
With an immortal registry, his actions were bound by heavenly laws. Once he crossed the line, the consequences would be unthinkable.
Lan'er's