"N-no, no, I think I'll sit this one out. I'm leaving." As Lin Yuchen spoke, he vanished without even waiting for Lin Hao's reply.
Lin Hao looked toward the river's surface and saw some familiar faces.
Mandala Flowers bloomed as Qi Lian crossed the void barefoot.
Beside her followed a man with a lecherous expression; it was none other than Hao Yinjian.
Behind the two of them, Ying Qianshang still stood with his arms folded around his sword.
This group… never mind Lin Yuchen, even Lin Hao frowned.
However, Lin Hao was merely displeased, not afraid.
After the trio entered the Nine Yang Hall, Lin Hao stepped forward and headed for the Nine Yang Hall as well.
Forget the Nine Yang Hall; for his grandfather's sake, he would even dare to storm Yama Hall.
Viewing the Nine Yang Hall from hundreds of meters away, one could only feel its majestic grandeur as it stood like a giant. But as Lin Hao drew closer, he was even more shocked.
