The two disciples next to the second senior brother hurriedly let go of the second senior brother and stepped back.
Lin Yuan appeared gentle, but his methods just now were like those of a bloodthirsty demon, brutal and merciless, like an evil spirit. They didn't even dare to look at that gaze, fearing their souls might be drawn in.
"Lin, Lin Yuan." The second senior brother's body was shaking like a sieve, his speech trembling: "Master, Master, for the sake of this disciple's diligent service to you, please spare me."
The second senior brother was already seriously injured, and now he was kneeling and kowtowing, tears and snot running.
"Ah!" Zhu Jiyi looked up to the sky, opened his mouth slightly, but couldn't find any words to say.
