"Your master? You're one of First Senior Brother's disciples, aren't you?"
Lin Yi glanced at Wang Yong with a smile.
Seeing that Lin Yi didn't seem to hold any ill will and was even smiling, Wang Yong grew increasingly excited.
Believing he was saved, he quickly nodded.
"Yes, yes, yes! I-I'm his disciple. My name is Wang Yong..."
Lin Yi nodded. "Alright. Then I'll send you to see First Senior Brother."
"Okay, okay! Thank you, thank you, Little Martial Uncle!" Wang Yong cried, tears of gratitude streaming down his face.
'My life is saved.'
But then, Lin Yi shook his head. "No need to thank me. He's waiting for you down below."
SMACK—
Before Wang Yong could even process what that sentence meant,
Lin Yi's palm struck the top of his head.
Instantly, blood poured from Wang Yong's seven orifices.
Even in death, he couldn't understand. 'Weren't you taking me to see my master? Why did you kill me?'
As the body collapsed to the ground,
