Mr. Yi’s gaze swept past Elder He, and he also saw Elder Tong, Lan Si, and the other people who had previously fought against him. At this moment, one finger from him would be enough to crush them into nothing more than puddles of blood. 

He was in no hurry, as he did not hate these people. However, Mr. Yi’s gaze quickly fixated on Lu Yin, at which point he smiled. 

Mr. Yi regarded himself as an elegant person. In the Sixth Mainland, he had climbed up step by step to successfully reach his current position, and nobody had ever treated him as disrespectfully as Lu Yin. He was a guest of the Tong family, someone who was second only to Ancestor Tong himself. In the future, Mr. Yi might even be able to join the ranks of the Daosource Sect’s elders. His potential was exalted and bright, so not a single stain was allowed to appear on him. 

Recently, he had suffered from a harrowing experience. That bastard, that despicable native, had actually made Mr. Yi feel despair. When the Imprinter remembered that vile smell, he still shuddered even now, and he had even had nightmares after being assaulted by it. That incident was a stain upon his glorious record and the greatest disgrace of his life to date. 

Mr. Yi would not hesitate to pay any price to chase after these people, all because he wanted to personally capture that little bastard and make him suffer from despair for the remainder of his life. 

Mr. Yi glared fiercely, and his originally elegant...