'That old bastard was there back at the Danling Sect. He knows the situation crystal clear—not only did I make the Jinglian Saint Institute wary, but I also have deep ties with the Misty Palace, one of the five great divine sects.'
Yet, despite all that, he still dared to make a move on Lin Hao. Lin Hao would never believe he didn't have a trump card up his sleeve.
However, Lin Hao had still underestimated the old bastard's cunning and caution.
"A trump card? Young Master Lin, you must be joking. You stole our sect's Secret Skill. I'm merely here to take it back. I don't think that's asking too much, do I?" Elder Ning said, a look of feigned shock on his face.
With that one statement, he had instantly seized the moral high ground.
It made sense. Lin Hao had stolen another sect's Secret Skill, and they were demanding its return. It was perfectly reasonable.
The problem was, Lin Hao hadn't stolen anything.
