The monk curved his brows and eyes into an expression of concern.
He walked over slowly and patted Lin Ke on the shoulder.
"Alas."
"You youngsters have suffered so much out there. We old fossils have let you down."
Lin Ke blinked, squeezing out a few tears.
He looked as though he would throw himself into the monk's arms and burst into sobs the very next moment.
In secret, however, he quietly put away the Dragon Pearl Fire.
Good, good, good! He actually believed it?
Lin Ke's eyes darted about as he prepared to strike while the iron was hot.
He immediately stood and delivered several slaps to Lin Xuanyuan's face.
Lin Xuanyuan had been quite cooperative, but this barrage of slaps left him stunned.
The next moment.
Lin Ke burst into great, wailing sobs.
"Elders, I deserve to die! I deserve to die!"
Seeing Lin Ke's behavior, the monk hurried two steps forward.
"Oh, our dear grand-disciple, just tell us what's wrong. Why put yourself through this?"
Lin Ke stopped slapping and spoke through misty eyes.
"Ancestors, our Golden Autumn Garden is surrounded by powerful enemies once again, but we juniors are powerless."
"We have no armor, no Spirit Artifacts, and no spirit stones. The enemy has sent over ten thousand cultivators, vowing to raze our Golden Autumn Garden to the ground."
"They want to cut off our Golden Autumn Garden's legacy!"
"Out there, I've been wracking my brains and exhausting my strength, unable to sleep day after day. That was why I entered this Dragon Tomb."
"I deserve to die for disturbing your secluded cultivation!"
As he spoke, Lin Ke moved to slap Lin Xuanyuan several more times.
Seeing Lin Ke act this way, the monk was instantly filled with guilt.
He hurried two steps forward and stopped