Lin Xin was confident in his eyesight, but still he could not see clearly how the other person had left or when they had departed.
"The meeting at Lin Xian Lake has not arrived yet, but the Sect Leader is indeed too hasty," he said.
From a distance, a long laugh like thunder faintly carried over—it was unmistakably the voice of the man with the surname Fang, sounding as if it were tens of miles away.
Boom!!
A loud noise thundered; the sky was densely covered with dark clouds, and from within a huge vortex, a bolt of lightning ferociously struck down.
Lin Xin swiftly covered his eyes, and only after slightly adapting to the brightness did he move his hand away to look outside.
He saw in the distance the sky crowded with dark clouds, countless bolts of lightning striking down, continually converging towards an extremely small shadow below.
"Red Spine Sect's business, irrelevant people step aside!"
