"Although I can't wear it, I still want to tell you a fact. He imparted to me all the unique skills of your Qinghuang Mountain and also asked me to cleanse this sect. Just think about it; he was assassinated, and the person who assassinated him changed all the old team members to his own confidants. For so many years, layer by layer, they were all raised by others like leeks. Trampling over his broken bones and using the resources accumulated by generations of Qinghuang Mountain people to bully and flaunt power, how could he feel at ease? So, I agreed to him, killed the old, exterminated the young, and recruited some new members later. These new people had to be clean and also had to know one thing—there's no fool named Qin Lin in the Qinghuang Mountain sect genealogy; the previous generation was named Chen Yanjiu."
Xiao Yu twirled the thumb ring around his finger, his gaze sweeping over all the disciples of Qinghuang Mountain present.
That look in his eyes was chilling.
