It was hardly surprising that Lin Wentian had such concerns.
After all, back when Lin Jinyang had just entered the human immortal realm, he had dared to challenge a quasi-emperor realm expert within the sect.
Even more outrageously, despite the gap of several cultivation realms, he had nearly turned the tables on that quasi-emperor realm expert through his superior movement techniques and assorted treasured artifacts.
Lin Jinyang thoroughly enjoyed the exhilarating thrill of defeating, or even killing, enemies above his realm.
Yet at his tender age, Chen Mu had already accomplished things and reached heights that no peerless expert had ever managed since the Great Cang World came into being.
With all those factors combined, Lin Wentian could hardly help wondering whether Lin Jinyang would be able to resist the "temptation."
He had not shown his face for several hundred years. Not just Lin Wentian, but almost the entire Sky Sword Sect had believed that Lin Jinyang had long since passed away, his body returning to chaos.
Now that he had suddenly appeared, who else could he have come for but Chen Mu?
No other explanation seemed more plausible.
"Greetings, Ancestor Jinyang."
"Greetings, Ancestor Jinyang!"
He was, after all, an ancestor of the sect. Whether it was Lin Wentian, the sect master, or the elders and disciples, none could neglect the proper courtesies upon his arrival.
Most of the disciples present had never even met Lin Jinyang.
Still, they had often seen accounts of his deeds and portraits of him around the sect.
Lin Jinyang seemed rather indifferent to those greetings. After stepping off his flying sword, he headed straight toward Chen Mu.
Lin Wentian slapped his forehead. The very thing he feared had come to pass!
He hurried forward, intending to stop Lin Jinyang.
He would tell him that