Xu Zimo had said all he needed to say. Whether she listened or not was her own business.
"Explain yourself. Don't slander Young Master Yan," Deng Linyu said with a frown.
"Girl, he's right. Stay farther away from that Young Master Yan," Grandpa Dao said after glancing at Xu Zimo.
Then he added,
"What is wrong with all of you? Young Master Yan risked his life to save our True Martial Sacred Sect.
"It would have been one thing if you did not feel grateful, but you keep speaking against him," Deng Linyu said angrily.
Neither Xu Zimo nor Grandpa Dao wished to say more.
How should they put it?
You could never wake someone pretending to sleep.
And Deng Linyu was precisely such a person.
Grandpa Dao turned to Xu Zimo and asked, "Where have you come from, Young Master?"
"From your hometown," Xu Zimo replied with a smile.
"Is the Undying Flower doing well?" Grandpa Dao asked after pondering for a moment.
"Very well. I bore the Heavenly Mandate and ruled an era.
"The Undying Flower will eventually wither, but it will bloom again in time," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"That is good, that is good," the Old Man said, repeating himself twice.
Then he added, "In the blink of an eye, seas have turned to mulberry fields.
"It reminds me of the past once more."
"Everything is still well," Xu Zimo said with a nod.
"It is only that the True Martial Sacred Sect of today is truly no longer what it once was."
Grandpa Dao sighed but said nothing further.
At that moment, the black vortex of the True Martial Trial Tower appeared again.
Yan Pingfan emerged, his body covered in wounds.
He looked utterly ferocious at the moment.
His flesh was mangled, as