After the discussion, Lin Buyan left the tomb first, his face dark and angry.
His act was convincing.
Unlike previous times, Leader Lin didn't need to perform; everything from his expressions to his movements originated from deep within his heart.
Thinking of the Great Momentum Heavens, the sect's symbol of authority, and his precious disciple Bai Jin, his teeth-grinding hatred penetrated to his bones. There was no need to act—all he needed was to maintain his composure.
On the other hand, Lu Bei was standing at Mo Buxiu's grave, deeply furrowed in thought. Given the clues he had in hand, his belated master was likely still alive.
The question then arose, if he was alive, where was he and why did he fake his death?
"Could it be that he provoked a powerful enemy, one he couldn't defeat even after three to five years of cultivation, thereby necessitating this fake death so he could seclude himself for thirty to fifty years?"
