As the troops were being called back, a loud laugh was heard as Lin Xianzhi descended on his flying sword.
"Hou Yuan, I killed another two at the later stages of Foundation Establishment! I've succeeded!"
Accompanied by his laughter, Lin Xianzhi's face was covered in blood, which stained his white hair and his blue robe.
The once handsome and picturesque patriarch now descended like a butcher, laughing heartily.
His face bore the signs of old age and fatigue, yet at this moment, his eyes were bright and full of life.
"Seventh Grand Uncle..." Lin Shiming softly called out, as it was apparent that due to his deep involvement in battle, Lin Xianzhi had not used his Divine Sense to detect Lin Shiming's presence.
Upon hearing Lin Shiming call out to him, he was momentarily stunned.
Then, overjoyed, after his euphoria passed, he restored his dignified patriarchal demeanor.
"You lad, you've grown up so much, and yet you didn't even send a message to your Seventh Grand Uncle!"
