"Rumble..."
Over there, Pang Yue had already sprinted off at full speed in the opposite direction from Lin Shisan.
He even stirred up towering demonic energy, leaving trails of afterimages in the air.
To give Lin Shisan enough time to escape, Pang Yue deliberately flew into the sky to draw the Tai Chi Hall's pursuers toward himself.
"Take care."
Lin Shisan's heart sank like a stone.
After looking back one last time, he resolutely left.
Now was not the time to act on impulse. Only by saving his own skin first could he have a future.
Half an hour later, Lin Shisan did indeed see the exit.
Once he stepped through, he would be completely outside the Tai Chi Hall's sphere of influence.
For some reason, however, a sudden sadness rose in his heart.
His nose stung.
It was not just for Pang Yue, nor just for Han Yansong, nor just for himself.
Rather than stay in this Tai Chi Hall, which devoured people without even spitting out their bones, he would have been better off returning to the wilderness and finding any place to live.
It was really for his father.
His father, Lin Qinghan, had died under unexplained circumstances while away on a mission.
As his son, he not only did not know who had killed his father, but did not even know how he had died.
"Father, rest assured. I will definitely return."
"When I return, I will make sure you can rest in peace beneath the earth, and I will offer our enemy's head to your spirit in heaven."
Looking at his father's gravestone and memorial tablet inside the ring, tears still spilled from the corners of Lin Shisan's eyes.
Perhaps out of some instinctive premonition, Lin Shisan had kept his father's gravestone and memorial tablet,