Two groups of aura came bearing down like a roaring tidal wave.
As the winds softly whispered, the long robes of those present danced in the air. A wave of murderous intent rushed forth as if blown toward them by the gust of dust and stone.
Lin Wuying's face couldn't be any more downcast as he slowly led a large group of Lin clansmen over. Behind him was the third young master of the Lin family who had just been stripped of his clothes by Whitey not too long ago.
As of right now, this young master had himself tightly wrapped like a dumpling as he stomped around behind Lin Wuying, eyes glued right ahead and body radiating ferocity.
