The Wind Forest Sect Disciples from the two factions were at each other's throats, and Lin Yun watched coldly from the side. He didn't have a shred of goodwill for the Wind Forest Sect. In fact, he had sworn to himself that as soon as he had the power, he would personally destroy it.
The massacre of the small mountain village by the Wind Forest Sect was still seared into his memory. He also remembered the oath he had sworn over the villagers' graves: one day, he would make the Wind Forest Sect pay the price.
Just as the two factions were about to come to blows, the disciples from the Third Elder's faction backed down. The power gap between them was enormous, and the Third Elder's people knew they were no match for the Grand Elder's faction.
"Hmph. You're smart to back down. Otherwise, I wouldn't have shown any mercy, even to fellow sect members," the young man leading the Grand Elder's faction sneered.
