"Oh, I am Xiao Yang. You should've clarified," Yuan said after being pressed by Elder Bai. "I also didn't know you were that disciple's grandfather. You have my condolences."
"YOUR CONDOLENCES?! HOW DARE YOU!"
Elder Bai's furious roar thundered through the mountains, shaking the ground beneath them. The sheer force of his voice sent ripples through the air, as if the world itself trembled beneath the weight of his rage.
"You were the one who killed him!" he bellowed, his aura surging like a raging storm. "Take your condolences back immediately before I lose control of my hands!"
His killing intent exploded outward, suffocating and oppressive, causing the weaker disciples in the crowd to instinctively step back. His eyes, filled with unrelenting hatred, locked onto Yuan.
However, Yuan calmly shook his head and responded, "There's been a misunderstanding. Although I am offering my condolences, it's not for Bai Zhan's death."
