Yue Zhenhan held the nine-section steel whip and gradually approached.
Lin Yuan noticed and looked at Yue Zhenhan, whose face bore a smile, and a hint of gloom flashed in his eyes.
He initially thought that becoming an elite Disciple would change his circumstances. Now, it seems, it hasn't improved much.
Even after entering the Condensed Energy realm, most of the time, one is not in control of their fate.
At this moment, several muffled grunts emerged from within the courtyard.
Hearing this, Yue Zhenhan's smile grew even broader.
Lin Yuan also sensed a bloodthirsty smell spreading in the courtyard.
Two breaths later, a figure appeared in their view.
Seeing this person, Lin Yuan sighed slightly.
Cheng Xiongjia had plotted for a long time, and everything was calculated by Yue Zhenhan, eventually losing his life. Like a mantis stalking a cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, all of his schemes became a wedding dress for Yue Zhenhan.
