Mo Yun stopped and turned toward Lin Qingxue, saying quietly, "Senior Sister, go on ahead. Martial Uncle seems to want something with me."
"All right." Lin Qingxue thought nothing of it. She nodded and left first.
Mo Yun turned and walked toward Li Xinghe. "Martial Uncle, did you need me?"
Li Xinghe smiled sheepishly. "My worthy nephew, it's the Vein Master who wants to see you..."
Mo Yun froze at those words, a flicker of confusion crossing his eyes.
But he soon figured it out.
Clearly, the Vein Master had learned of his excellent performance in the Entry Examination and wanted to meet him out of curiosity.
That made perfect sense.
Of course, another possibility had occurred to him as well.
Could it be that I went too hard with the slaughter on Purple Gold Mountain and upset the Vein Master?
After all, capturing so many demons and bringing them to Purple Gold Mountain couldn't have been easy. With almost all of them slaughtered in one go, it was understandable if the loss stung!
The thought left Mo Yun feeling rather pained in the balls.
Just then, a stern, commanding voice rang in Mo Yun's ears.
"You are Mo Yun?"
Mo Yun looked toward the voice, his gaze sharpening.
The newcomer stood with his hands behind his back. His resolute features looked as though they had been carved with knives and axes, and his piercing eyes seemed to harbor countless sword intents. A single glance was enough to send a chill through anyone.
He wore a white robe embroidered with dark gold patterns. The patterns flowed as he moved, making him look from afar like a savage tiger lying in wait upon the boundless earth.
Looking at the middle-aged man, who appeared to be only in his thirties or forties,