Before the Lin Family's ancestral graves, the family had laid out everything needed, waiting only for Mo Beixing to open the altar and offer sacrifices to Heaven.
What puzzled Master Lin, however, was that Mo Beixing merely stood before the incense table without moving.
"Holy Maiden, what is the meaning of this?"
Mo Beixing said slowly, "Master Lin, go back."
"What is destined to be yours will come to you in time; what is not, you must not force."
At Mo Beixing's words, Master Lin's eyes reddened.
"Holy Maiden, is this a warning from Heaven?"
Mo Beixing said nothing.
Master Lin paced with his hands behind his back. After a long while, he slowly raised his head.
"I labored for more than half my life to build this family fortune."
"If I were a man who bowed to fate, who knows how high the grass on my grave would have grown by now?"
Mo Beixing looked up. "Does that mean you intend to see this through to the bitter end, Master Lin?"
Master Lin said, "Indeed. My fate is mine to command, not Heaven's. I have only one son. I cannot let the Lin Family be ruined in his hands."
Seeing the stubborn gleam in Master Lin's eyes, Mo Beixing sighed inwardly. "Even if it brings Heaven's punishment upon you, you would spare no cost?"
"Heh, what does Heaven's punishment amount to? Once I obtain the Longevity Formula, my grand undertaking will succeed."
"In that case, go ahead, Master Lin. At worst, all nine branches of your clan will be exterminated."
The Lin Family's ambitions were immense—so immense they defied imagination.
How could a mere Holy Maiden like her possibly stop them?
"Thank you for your auspicious words, Holy Maiden."
Hidden nearby, Yang Qing and the others saw Master Lin