Daoist Master Qing Yu was prostrate on the floor, kowtowing relentlessly and begging for mercy while the others watched in terror. The only sound in the frighteningly silent hall was the dull thud of his forehead striking the floor.
The atmosphere was utterly eerie.
Lin Mu was silent, not saying a word. This only made Daoist Master Qing Yu more desperate, as he dared not stop for fear of further enraging him.
"Enough!"
Just then, a person stepped out from the crowd. It was Zhang Xian. He clutched his chest with one hand, his face still pale, and he coughed intermittently. He looked at Lin Mu with firm resolve.
"So what if you are truly Master Lin? What right do you have to be the Master of the Three Rivers when you humiliate Daoist Master Qing Yu like this?"
