"You dare defy the Holy Lord?"
At Yang Qing's unexpected answer, Mo Beixing's brows drew tightly together.
She truly had not expected Yang Qing to dare act with such reckless abandon.
"The Holy Lord? He died centuries ago, yet he still clings to this place, throwing his weight around. Doesn't that strike you as ridiculous?"
Yang Qing glanced at Mo Beixing, the mocking amusement in his eyes impossible to conceal.
"Silence! Since you've obtained the tokens and learned the origins of the Twelve Holy Envoys, you should understand that this world still holds many strange mysteries beyond human explanation."
Mo Beixing sternly rebuked Yang Qing. "As an envoy's successor, you dare disrespect the Holy Lord? You must be tired of living."
Bu Er stepped forward and blocked her path to Yang Qing. "How my young master chooses to act is no business of an ignorant woman like you."
"You simply don't know when to fear death."
Furious, Mo Beixing slammed her palm hard against the statue's pedestal, sending dust flying.
Yang Qing and the others had been watching her every movement warily. The moment she struck, Bu Er and Jiang Zhizhou shielded Yang Qing and hastily retreated, only stopping once they reached the stone door.
Standing behind the thin veil of dust, Mo Beixing said to Yang Qing and the others, "Didn't you come in here to find Lin Zhong?"
"Now it seems you don't care whether he lives or dies. Very well. I'll show you what your own fate will be, so you understand just whom you've offended."
With that, Mo Beixing struck the pedestal hard again.
In an instant, Lin Zhong appeared before Yang Qing and the others.
His eyes were tightly closed, and his body was curled up as though he were asleep.
Du Yongquan, who had