All attention was focused on the white-haired youth dressed in black as he stepped out from the ten thousand mountains. His steps were slow, yet steady, a sign that he was fearless in the face of death.

“Tianming, why…” Ye Shaoqing muttered with a mixture of emotions, only to be answered by the young man’s blazing eyes.

“This is the first time in my life that I’ve seen an apprentice willing to use his own life to trade for his master’s. Ye Shaoqing, you’re a lucky man.” Yuwen Taiji rested the Grand-Orient Sword on the ground as he gazed in Tianming’s direction.

No one understood where Tianming got the guts to face the enraged sect master, whose son died by his hands.

“Junior sect master.…” Many elders shut their eyes.

“The gods have forsaken our young genius!”

“I admire his courage, but it’s that courage that’ll kill him right now.”

“Every single one of us here is responsible for the death of the junior sect master!”

It was a struggle...