"Lin Zhentian?"
Ying Yue's brows furrowed slightly, "Lin Zhentian again!"
His grudge with Lin Zhentian was long-standing; although they had never met face to face, their entangled grievances had never ceased.
First, there was Lin Tatian, then Lin Hongyuan, and now this young fellow.
"My lord, my ancestors held you in the highest esteem and have been communing with you in spirit for a long time. I hope you can spare my life for the sake of my forefathers!"
The handsome young man trembled, his voice quivering as he spoke.
"Highest esteem for me?"
Upon hearing this, the corners of Ying Yue's mouth lifted slightly and he responded indifferently, "Fine, since I have such a deep connection with Lin Zhentian, I might as well meet him and put an end to this matter!"
With that, he pointed casually, and the handsome young man kneeling on the ground suddenly rose into the air, hovering there.
"This, this, this..."
