"You..." Faced with the same reaction, Cao Tianguan flew into a rage and strode forward.
Lin Hao looked up, giving him a cold glance.
That single glance made Cao Tianguan feel as if he'd been plunged into an ice-filled chasm. He recalled the gruesome deaths of the three Alchemy Masters.
Cringing, Cao Tianguan was so frightened that he took a step back.
A faint, mocking smile touched Lin Hao's lips.
"Uncle, you must avenge me!" Cao Tianguan turned his head, pleading with the old man.
"My nephew deigned to grace your Heaven-Stepping Sect with the presence of Alchemy Masters, only to be treated like this? Kneel and slap your own face three hundred times, then break all four of your limbs. Only then will I spare your life!"
The old man's tone was chilling and imperious.
Lin Hao shook his head, his expression impassive. He still said nothing.
Instead, he walked down the stairs and helped up the blood-soaked Alchemy Master.
