Yang Lin's body shook violently, and he suddenly looked up!
He saw a young man in white walking out from the crack, dressed in spotless white, with fluttering long hair and eyes as bright as stars.
As he appeared, the young man was holding a longsword, on which deep green blood was dripping.
"Su Han..."
Upon seeing the figure in white, Yang Lin's expression revealed profound complexity.
Six years ago, Su Han had said he would take Yang Lin as his disciple.
But at that time, Yang Lin, young and arrogant, felt they were of the same age, and even considered himself a heavenly talent. What virtue and ability did Su Han have to take him on as an apprentice?
It was simply ludicrous!
It wasn't until after the establishment of the God-Slaying Pavilion, and Su Han revisited the Cold Cloud Sect, that without laying a hand himself, his subordinates swept through the sect, outstripping all the talents.