When the grey-clothed youth looked at the sinister-looking mask that Lin Yun wore, his face became grave. He started transferring his origin energy into the sword in his right hand while he looked at Lin Yun. At the same time, Lin Yun’s words reverberated in his mind.

“Who is this guy?” The faces of the inner disciples beneath the stone statue changed.

The inner disciple that went by the name of Mu Ling spoked out coldly, “It’s just an act. Isn’t he just a little ...