Lin Feng looked towards Ning Lang and began to laugh all of a sudden. His gaze once again scanned the barren mountain ranges.
"A millennia of ancient temples destroyed just like that – it’s indeed pitiful." Lin Feng smiled faintly. "But what is more pitiful is that, your Sect sacrificed the Grand Moon Swordmaster but still failed to obtain a single Robe in the end. The robe ended up in other hands instead."
Lin Feng shook his head lightly. "What a pity, and a waste."
Yan Mingyue, Shi Zongyue and the Stellar Holy Man were rendered speechless. Lin Feng’s words were a l little too offensive.
To be fair, in the battle against the monks of the olden days, if the Mount Shu Sword Sect and the Great Void Sect did not interfere then the Great Thunderclap Temple would not have been completely ruined.
