Old Ancestor Dao Ling left with hatred and reluctance.
He had lived to his age with much difficulty.
He quietly left with feelings of unhappiness towards this world.
"Cough cough!"
Lin Fan coughed, pulling those people who were panicking back to reality.
The Six Wheel Ancient Temple elders looked at Lin Fan, wanting to search for traces of the sect leader, but they found nothing. Then, they turned their eyes to Lin Fan once more.
This time, their expressions changed.
Their faces were filled with terror.
Unease exploded out of their bodies.
"Let us live. Sect Leader Lin, please let us live."
"We didn't have any ill intentions. Please take into account our age and let us live."
The elders were all good actors. They knelt on the ground, and the moment they opened their mouths, they started to tear.
They looked like they were really innocent.
