"You're from the Profound Clarity Sect?"
As for the Woman Statue, Evan Lin didn't hold out much hope.
Now, asking this second question was something Evan found quite interesting.
"The Profound Clarity Sect is a legendary immortal family. My status is humble, my strength lacking, and I haven't had the honor to join them yet."
The True-Immortal Layman shook his head.
At this point, he couldn't be bothered to keep lying.
With all the Spirit-Test Beads shattered, he no longer had a chance to start over. There was no value in continuing to deceive.
As soon as he spoke, the people nearby became even more furious.
They all felt like they'd been played for fools.
"Alright, if you don't know, then forget it."
Evan Lin shook his head and walked out from the rubble toward Yvette Locke and the others.
"You're just going to let him go?"
Seeing Evan Lin no longer making a move against the True-Immortal Layman, quite a few people nearby looked unhappy, full of unwillingness.
"If you want to deal with him, go ahead. I won't stop you."
Evan Lin smiled.
Hearing this, everyone clenched their fists, their eyes blazing with anger.
None of them had any strength left to fight this scammer.
Now, it seemed that among everyone here, only this young man had the strongest power.
He wasn't willing to step up, and the others really had no way at all.
"Hey, young man."
Among the Ancient-Martial Liu clan, a middle-aged man looked at Evan Lin, his face solemn. "Today's events can't be blamed entirely on you."
"But you watched us get scammed, profited from it, and now you're leaving with your gains without even helping us get some payback. Isn't that a bit too much?"
As he spoke, the others just watched.
Liu San's expression was complicated. At this moment, he couldn't say a single word.
The other two women from the Liu clan were also glaring at Evan Lin, but there was nothing they could do.
"Getting scammed is your business. I'm not your parent. Helping you vent is sentiment, not helping is just normal. Right now, I don't feel like getting involved in your mess. If you're not happy, come up and try me."
Evan spoke as he walked forward, not even bothering to look at him.
The man's expression changed several times.
He was no match for Evan Lin.
"In that case, young man, why not leave your name? When I return inland, the Ancient-Martial Liu clan will definitely find a chance to meet you again and talk about today's fate!"
The middle-aged man's words were heavy, his face serious as he watched Evan Lin's back moving forward.
He had just finished speaking when the young man, who was walking away, suddenly paused.
"I've already said it several times—I don't want to get involved in your business."
Evan Lin turned around and walked toward him.
"What are you trying to do?"
The middle-aged man instinctively sensed danger, growing wary as he stared at Evan Lin. "I'm from the Ancient-Martial Liu clan, young man. Before you do anything, you'd better think it through."
"Noisy."
Evan Lin walked up to him and kicked him in the stomach, flipping him straight onto the ground.
"Just some random Liu clan guy—where do you get so much nonsense?"
Evan Lin shoved his hands in his pockets, planted a foot on the man's face, and said, "If you want to find me back inland, fine. Remember, I'm Master Lin from Seacrest."
"Still want to talk about today's fate? If you keep yapping, I'll cut off all ties with you for life."
Master Lin from Seacrest!
Hearing Evan Lin's words, quite a few people nearby changed expressions.
Before coming to Hong Kong, they'd already heard plenty of rumors about Master Lin from Seacrest.
The most talked about was last night's duel at the top of Coldspire Peak between Master Lin from Seacrest and the Hong Kong grandmaster.
Before this, they'd only believed it was a battle between immortals. Now, seeing Master Lin from Seacrest stomping a Liu clan member right in front of them, everyone's minds buzzed.
Liu San was stunned, and the other Liu clan members were left completely dumbfounded.
Evan Lin kicked him a total of 360 times.
The Liu clan middle-aged man lay on the ground, barely alive.
It wasn't until Evan Lin turned and left with Yvette Locke and the others that Liu San and his group finally snapped out of it and rushed to help him up.
A martial artist without inner force is nothing but a paper tiger.
"They probably won't let this go so easily—and that True-Immortal Layman isn't one to mess with either."
Ian You glanced at the Liu clan members behind him and asked in a low voice, "Should I take care of them?"
His gaze turned cold.
"No need."
Evan Lin shook his head. "Everyone here, without exception, has basically lost their cultivation. I've severed the True-Immortal Layman's meridians—he'll never cultivate again in this life."
"As for the others, if they provoke me, I might make a move. Otherwise, beating up a bunch of cripples would just be bullying the weak."
Hearing Evan Lin's words, Ian You nodded.
It sounded like Evan Lin was letting the crowd off, but for martial artists, losing their cultivation meant a hard life ahead.
That was punishment enough.
In fact, Evan Lin could have healed them, but he had zero interest in doing so.
Although he didn't find any clues about the Great Bronze Sarcophagus or the Woman Statue, he did discover a few Devour-Spirit Grubs. Not much use now, but who knows about the future.
Wearing green, Ian Han led a group of reporters wandering all over Hong Kong.
Everyone called him Master Lin from Seacrest. He neither admitted nor denied it, which only convinced the reporters that this green-clad man was Master Lin from Seacrest.
For a while, Ian Han's photos flooded every corner of Hong Kong's online world.
Ian Han thoroughly enjoyed being surrounded and in the spotlight.
Too bad he knew he was a fake—no matter what, a fake is still a fake.
It wasn't until Evan Lin and his group returned to the hotel that Ian You finally got Ian Han away from the reporters and back to the hotel.
After a whole day out, Lily Tong looked exhausted, while Yvette Locke was still full of energy.
The two girls lounged on the sofa watching TV.
Ian You and Ian Han went downstairs to order food.
Evan Lin returned to his room, plugged his phone in to charge for a while.
He checked Lily Zhao's status inside the Soul-Sacrifice Beauty Scroll.
Her condition was stable, but there was no sign of waking up anytime soon.
"There's absolutely no spiritual qi here. Even with the Dao Foundation chapter, I can't restore my qi."
"I need to make another trip to Miracle Hand Sect."
It's been nearly half a month since he last got Nourishing Spirit Pills from Miracle Hand Sect.
Evan Lin planned to leave Hong Kong, head inland, grab some Nourishing Spirit Pills to restore his qi, and run the Dao Foundation chapter there.
Just as Evan was thinking, his phone—finally charged—rang with a call.