As the voice faded, a figure stepped into the grand hall of the Qiao Mansion.
He was tall and slender, dressed in simple casual clothes, with a faint smile on his face.
Upon seeing Lin Mu, Qiao Zishan's expression changed drastically. "It's you!"
Qiao Zishan's lips trembled, his heart pounding with alarm. "Master Lin, you…"
It really is Lin Wudi! It's truly him!
Qiao Zishan felt a pang of pain, finding it difficult to accept this reality. "Why?"
In his subconscious, he couldn't recall ever having any contact with Lin Mu. After personally witnessing the battle on the Bolan River, he had come to revere Lin Mu as a Heavenly God. How could he possibly dare to offend him?
"What's wrong? Surprised?" Lin Mu chuckled. "Didn't you invite me to visit your home? Well, now I'm here."
His words were calm, but Qiao Zishan could feel a bone-chilling murderous intent.
Lin Wudi wants to kill me!
