Laborious gasps stood out distinctly amid the noisy chaos of panic and anger.
An elderly cultivator with graying temples had bloodshot eyes, resembling a blood-sucking beast gnawing and panting heavily as he wiped the fresh blood from his cheeks. His gaze was frenzied and maniacal, unwaveringly fixed on the small blue flower that had sprouted from the withered grass.
His entire being lunged forward, swallowing the flower greedily as if he were a starving beast in the wilderness.
For a moment, the tumultuous noise eerily quieted down.
Lin Zheng watched the scene unfold before his eyes, suppressing the raging fury within, "Zeng Zhishan! That was your disciple of twenty years! How could you be so heartless!"
