Zhu Jiyi's old eyes brimmed with tears as he looked at Lin Yuan standing before him, his heart a mix of emotions.
In such a critical moment, only Lin Yuan dared to step forward.
Yet Lin Yuan was merely half a disciple to him.
"Good!" Zhu Jiyi closed his eyes and steeled his heart, "Lin Yuan, you are the next head of the Zhu Family Martial Arts School."
"Wait!" Lu Hualiang suddenly interrupted, saying to Zhu Jiyi in a solemn voice, "Master? This disciple dares to ask you to reconsider."
In an instant, Lu Hualiang circulated the inner energy in his body, forming invisible but fierce gusts of wind.
For Lin Yuan, who was merely at the Qi-Blood level, to speak under such pressure was exceedingly difficult.
Lu Hualiang's commanding presence loomed over Lin Yuan like Mount Tai crushing down.
