Gloomy and grim, chilling winds howled through the void filled with Corpse Qi.
Shii Lin, the Young Lord of the Corpse Profound Sect, had been dubbed a waste by his own father. At this moment, he felt as if he could sense everyone's ridicule. With his back to tens of thousands of people, he felt a searing pain across it.
His immense pride wounded, his spirit suffered a heavy blow. He wished he could shrink into himself, find a hole, and burrow into it!
"Yes! It's all because of him!" Shii Lin's eyes brimmed with resentment as he glared at Shi Feng at the entrance of the cavern on the cliff face.
Shii Lin concentrated all his resentment on Shi Feng. It was all because of this man that he had ended up in such a state!
Moreover, Shi Feng's expression was one of cold indifference, showing none of the fear, horror, or even regret that Shii Lin had imagined. This made Shii Lin feel even more miserable.
