To be honest, Lin Zifeng now really wants to have a bloody fight with the Green-clothed Venerable, who wears a mocking expression. Though knowing he is no match, the hatred for his comrade who died before him is unforgettable!
But reason tells him that doing so would not only seal his own fate, but Dongfang Ziyue would perish here as well!
"Lin Zifeng, if anything happens to Ziyue, I will never forgive you!"
For some reason, these words Dongka once spoke to Lin Zifeng in his dwelling now echo in his mind, refusing to fade no matter how much he tries to focus.
"Hoo..."
Taking a deep breath, Lin Zifeng lets out a light chuckle and murmurs, "Dongka, you are performing your duty as a master quite well..."
The voice of Dongka in Lin Zifeng's mind, as cold as ice, suppresses the fury that wells up within him, making him realize how laughable his previous desperate idea was.
