On the mountain peak, a man stood with his hands behind his back.
His face was calm, his brows and beard pure white. He looked about sixty, but his skin was so flawless that age had left no trace on him.
At this moment, his right hand gripped a woman's severed head. Though the head had lost its body, it still twisted and clawed in his grasp, desperately trying to escape.
If Evan Lin were standing right there, he'd instantly recognize the head in that man's hand—it was none other than Lena Chu, who had previously been possessed by the blood corpse.
“Evan Nine Mysteries Lin, I am the current Valley Master of Medicine King Valley. You've killed my disciples, crippled my elders, and now you've barged into my Valley to steal our spiritual herbs. Do you admit your crimes?”
The man stood there and spoke slowly, his voice booming like a great bell. Each word landed in everyone's ears like thunder.
Everyone turned to look. Many who saw the man standing there were visibly stirred.
“The Valley Master has come out of seclusion!”
Someone finally cried out in shock. The disciples of Medicine King Valley didn't hesitate—they all dropped to their knees and bowed toward the man, worshipping him with utmost reverence.
“He’s out…” Warren Wu muttered to himself, staring at the mountain peak, a strange feeling rising in his heart.