Elder Qin Feiyue had secretly made an appointment to meet with the Undying Blood Clan?
Lin Yi's heart suddenly set off a torrent of waves.
Could it be that Xuandu, this undying old man, was actually conspiring with the Undying Blood Clan?
"So, Xuandu's list of crimes just got longer," Lin Yi's eyes narrowed slightly.
If killing his own disciple wasn't enough to take down Xuandu, the Third Elder, then colluding with the Undying Blood Clan should be enough to bring about his downfall.
A curve formed on Lin Yi's lips as he recorded all of Qin Feiyue's memories into a jade talisman.
Then he summoned Little Jin.
"Kid, what do you mean by disturbing my noon rest?" Little Jin rubbed his sleepy eyes and glared fiercely at Lin Yi.
Clearly, he resented that Lin Yi had interrupted his beautiful dream.
Lin Yi said, "There's something I need you to do."
