"Mr. Taiyi... there was really no need to take such a risk just now. The Qingluo Wan Clan here in the Tongue Palace does, after all, still have a Tribulation Crossing patriarch..."
Aboard the flying boat, Yin Shilang finally could not hold back and spoke in a low voice.
Wang Ba's expression remained as calm as still water. He said mildly:
"I couldn't hold back. Killing him truly wasn't my intention."
Hearing this, Yin Shilang could only grumble inwardly.
Although he was only at Void Refinement, he was not utterly lacking in discernment. That Wan Clan cultivator had been like a child before him, completely at his mercy. To say that Mr. Taiyi had been unable to hold back was truly a joke.
But he dared not say more. Before, he had not quite understood why the Ninth Patriarch valued this man so highly.
Only after seeing with his own eyes how helpless even a mighty Integrated Body Late Stage cultivator was before Mr. Taiyi did he understand. He dared be even less negligent now.
He even secretly regretted speaking at all. If he caused Mr. Taiyi to misunderstand the Yin Clan's attitude, his offense would be grave indeed.
But while he fretted, Wang Ba paid it no mind.
Sitting cross-legged in the boat, he turned his hand over and took out the Oiled-Cloth Umbrella.
With its owner's death, the restrictions on the Oiled-Cloth Umbrella had dissipated as well.
Wang Ba merely circulated his Law Power gently.
The Oiled-Cloth Umbrella trembled slightly and silently unfurled.
A scent mingling blood and resentment immediately washed over him.
Wronged souls roamed, instantly filling the entire flying boat!
Watching from the side, Yin Shilang frowned almost imperceptibly, secretly puzzled. He did not understand why this mysterious yet overwhelmingly powerful Mr. Taiyi cared so much