Surrounded by such overwhelming figures, the Teng Clan Patriarch understood the truth—his clan was but a flickering candle before an approaching storm.
Any one of these figures could doom them. Together, they were an unstoppable force. And Lin Mu... Lin Mu stood at the center of it all, unmoving, unshaken, as if this was simply the natural order of things.
The Teng Clan Patriarch swallowed hard.
This was no mere cultivator.
This was a legend in the making.
"Return now," the Grand Elder spoke, offering the Teng Clan an escape. "Anything you do now will only make things worse. We'll handle this; it is our sect's responsibility."
Sigh
The Teng Clan Patriarch let out a long sigh, his face aging a decade in that single breath.
"Very well," he conceded, turning on his heels.
He had been utterly defeated today, and frustration bubbled within him with nowhere to go.
