Evan Lin lowered his head, looked at Jill Jing, and sighed.
He squatted down, lightly traced his fingers, and cleanly sliced apart the Spirit-Snaring Net that had been wrapped around Jill Jing.
Freed from her restraints, Jill Jing lay beside Gavin Duan, holding his head in both hands. Tears from the corners of her eyes fell with soft plops onto Gavin's face.
"This is a matter for the Upper-Grade Lin Clan. I hope you won't interfere."
Blake Lin stood not far away.
He didn't try to stop it.
Only when he saw Evan Lin easily destroy the Spirit-Snaring Net did he frown slightly.
"The Upper-Grade Lin Clan really knows how to throw its weight around."
Evan Lin turned his head, looked at him calmly: "You once knelt before me. I spared your life."
"When Upper-Grade Lin Clan members leave the clan and walk among the mundane world, they must seal much of their strength and leave it behind with the family."
Blake Lin shook his head slightly: "When I fought you last time, I didn't even use one-tenth of my true strength."
"You did defeat me—that's a fact."
"But it doesn't mean anything special."
Blake Lin spoke slowly.
The two stood facing each other, neither rushed nor arrogant, calm and collected.
Even their tone in conversation showed not the slightest hint of anger.
It didn't look at all like two people about to fight to the death.
"The strength of the Upper-Grade Lin Clan is beyond your imagination."
"I can see your cultivation isn't easy to come by. I don't want you to get caught up in unnecessary trouble and hurt yourself or others."
Blake Lin's voice continued.
"Hurt myself and others, huh?"
Evan Lin laughed when he heard this, then sighed lightly: "It's your Upper-Grade Lin Clan that owes me."
"What is owed must always be repaid."
Blake Lin frowned when he heard this.
He didn’t quite understand what Evan Lin meant, but upon hearing those words, something suddenly clicked for him, and he narrowed his eyes.
"You're Joy Zheng's son?"
"No wonder... No wonder you're so young yet have such cultivation! In the end, it's just because the blood of our Upper-Grade Lin Clan flows in your veins!"
Blake Lin's gaze flickered.
Even his voice became excited.
"No wonder you're a descendant of That One—your strength is beyond my imagination!"
He clenched his fist.
At the same time—
Everyone watching around the world heard Blake Lin's words.
"Master Lin from Seacrest... is actually from the Upper-Grade Lin Clan?"
"So that's it! Of course! If he didn't have Upper-Grade Lin Clan blood, there is no way he could be this powerful!"
"I knew it! How could someone so monstrous just pop up in the ordinary world? If he's from the Upper-Grade Lin Clan, then everything makes sense!"
Countless people were shocked by what they heard.
But soon, those who truly understood the situation all had their expressions change, most showing regret.
"The Upper-Grade Lin Clan would never allow their bloodline to remain in the mundane world."
"This Master Lin from Seacrest is probably doomed today!"
"Blake Lin's combat power is easily the best among the younger generation of the Upper-Grade Lin Clan!"
For a moment, countless people had different thoughts.
They all stared at the screen, watching Master Lin from Seacrest face off against Blake Lin!
The upcoming battle—
—was bound to be extremely brutal!
Everyone held their breath, nerves taut.
"Driver, please hurry up—faster, faster!"
On the road to the airport—
Yolanda Fang urged the taxi driver on, while rain continued to pour outside.
She held her phone, staring anxiously at Evan Lin on the screen.