But his heart sank to rock bottom.
*That vague unease and hidden worry had finally come true.*
Celestial Master Mansion truly had not gone all out to block Lin Che's return to the ancestral land of the Jiangzhou Lin Clan.
Because those Daoist bastards had planned from the very beginning to break through the Jiangzhou Lin Clan's ancestral land in one fell swoop, and, by leveraging the qi conduits of the land, smash him while dragging him into deadly danger. Now, even with the Dragon Serpent Pen in hand, his movements were more restricted than before.
Under the pull of the qi, Lin Che's face went paper-white, and all his old wounds flared up at once.
At the same time, elder Lin Chou, beside him, let out a muffled groan.
A perfectly square, polished wooden board flew up in front of him, stretching and swelling in the wind into a massive size. In an instant, the physical became ethereal, transforming into a stream of light that enveloped Lin Chou.
