"Lin Ming," he snarled the name in a low voice, his eyes ice-cold and his tone filled with agony.
Everyone thought what happened back then was just an accident. Only Lin Tian knew it wasn't.
To this day, he could still clearly remember the flash of malice deep in Lin Ming's eyes as he had suddenly struck out with that palm.
That image was deeply etched into his mind, unforgettable for all eternity.
But he hadn't told a single soul about this, not even his father or grandfather.
He knew that as long as he couldn't break through to Tier Six Martial Venerable, no one would believe him if he spoke of it. His father and grandfather would be powerless to do anything, and it would only bring them more anger and pain.
'The only hope is the Venerable Pill,' Lin Tian prayed silently.
A day passed in the blink of an eye.
Before he knew it, it was the next day.
