On February Fourteenth I Buried Mo Yang on Thousand-Saints Mountain

Old Master Wu's gaze was as sharp as a blade, locked onto Evan Lin without budging for a second.

Martin Wu had already clenched his fists, clearly annoyed and indignant at Evan Lin's unfathomable attitude.

Wendy Guan hadn't spoken a word from start to finish, but her gaze at Evan Lin was anything but friendly.

Outside the door, Wu Tian was anxious, worried that a clash between Evan Lin and the Wu family could spiral out of control.

"I'd like to hear the details!"

Old Master Wu's voice rang out with authority. As head of the Wu clan, his aura surged—gone was the earlier warmth, replaced by the bearing of a true warrior who'd seen battle and slain foes!

Evan Lin rose slowly, turning his gaze to the battlefield landscape painting on the wall. His tone was calm: "Do you even know my surname?"

"Lin."

Martin Wu raised his eyebrows, his anger rising: "There is a Lin family in Jinnan, but that Lin family isn't even worth the Wu family's attention!"

"Even if you're from the Lin family, even if you were the head of Jinnan's Lin family, you'd still be insignificant—hardly worth mentioning!"

His words were cold and angry—he felt Evan Lin was just playing games with him.

At that moment, Old Master Wu's brow was tightly furrowed, his eyes glinting with icy light.

For the Wu family to lower their heads and invite someone to marry in was already a huge show of respect to Evan Lin. Yet this kid, not even twenty, dared to talk big in the Wu family's own house!

"It's true, there's no Lin family of note in Jinnan."

"But I'm from Seacrest."

Evan Lin stood there with his hands behind his back, face calm and indifferent.

"From Seacrest, and your surname is Lin?"

Hearing Evan Lin's words, Old Master Wu's heart skipped a beat. Martin Wu suddenly seemed to remember something, shot to his feet, and when he looked at Evan Lin again, all his anger had vanished—his whole body was even trembling uncontrollably!

Just a moment ago, they saw him as an arrogant youth; now, every inch of him radiated an overwhelming, unmatched power.

"My surname is Lin. I once slew Drake Huang, Number One of River City."

Evan Lin looked up; wherever his gaze landed, the landscape scroll displayed its full grandeur.

He raised a finger, his face expressionless.

I am Evan Lin, the one who crushed fourth-grade Vajra Gavin Cheng with a single foot.

Evan's tone was slow as his fingertip pointed to the upper edge of the scroll on the wall.

I came from Seacrest, single-handedly leveled Medicine King Valley and killed seven Mystic Arts Adepts.

Under Evan's finger, the landscape scroll hanging on the wall trembled slightly. For a moment, it seemed as if a breeze blew in from the void.

I stayed in Jinnan, and in the mountains I killed a Life-and-Death Mage.

The once heavy air began to boil; everything in the hall seemed restless and uneasy.

Old Master Wu's face was grave, and deep inside, Martin Wu felt even more uneasy.

A Life-and-Death Mage!

As soon as those words left his mouth, Old Master Wu shuddered all over.

I entered Miracle Hand Sect, set up a pill furnace, trapped my enemies, and burned Master Weiyao alive.

I climbed Heavenly Sword Mountain, walked on flying swords, and with a single thought, commanded a thousand swords to subdue the Southriver Sword Sect—all now under my control.

Evan's tone was flat, as if he were recounting ordinary events. Yet every word made Old Master Wu, Martin Wu, and the others shiver, chilled to the bone.

Miracle Hand Sect, Southriver Sword Sect!

Both are long-famous hidden sects in Jinnan. Not to mention, the Southriver Sword Sect holds countless Vajra masters—a truly formidable force!

Cold sweat broke out behind Old Master Wu. In that instant, he felt a fierce, overwhelming terror from the youth's silhouette before him.

Martin Wu's throat felt parched and hoarse; for a long moment, he couldn't utter a single word, his breath uneven.

I kill Vajras like dogs.

Destroying Butcher Tu was as easy as flipping my hand.