Bai Yuan chuckled softly.
He hadn't expected the master guarding Celestial Distant Mansion to be such a spineless coward.
The middle-aged Daoist forced a smile and looked at Bai Yuan, only to find that Bai Yuan's gaze wasn't on him, but was instead directed behind him.
'There's someone behind me?!'
The middle-aged Daoist whipped his head around.
And there, two towering figures had appeared behind him at some unknown time.
"Sect... Sect Leader."
The middle-aged Daoist recognized one of them as Linghu Yang, the Sect Leader of the Celestial Profound Sect. The smile on his face now was uglier than a crying grimace.
Linghu Yang looked down at the middle-aged Daoist kneeling on the ground.
"You're afraid of him, but not of me?"
The middle-aged Daoist's heart skipped a beat. He was about to offer an explanation, but before he could get a word out, a large hand grabbed his entire face, and a burst of savage power instantly engulfed him.
SPLAT!
