Lin Yun walked toward Young Master Kong and his eight men, one step at a time. He'd finally figured it out. 'To hell with tempering! I traveled all this way to the Flawless Palace, so why should I have to take this kind of abuse?'
'Forget a bunch of ugly misfits like you—not even a Direct Disciple from Celestial Eagle Valley would dare speak to me that way.'
'It just proves the old saying: people prey on the kind, just as they ride the tamest horse. If that's how it is, then why the hell should I hold back?'
As Lin Yun approached, his entire aura changed. If the Lin Yun from before had been reserved and ordinary, the Lin Yun now was like a blade drawn from its sheath, sharp and exposed.
"Young Master Kong... I'm scared," one of the men beside him whispered. "This guy's aura is terrifying."
