"What, who do you think you are, just deciding to release someone like that? If I were to let him go, wouldn't that make me lose face?" Black Donkey said in dissatisfaction.
"Hmph!" From the sky, a figure descended, it was an old man who appeared to be in his sixties, with a very sturdy build, and shoulder-length black hair that danced in the mountain breeze, exuding a demon-god-like aura.
Of course, anyone who could step into the Nascent Soul Realm was a heaven-sent genius, a hero in their own right!
It was Lin Yuhua indeed, for his only son was being sat on by, no, a donkey, so naturally, his face was far from pleasant, his eyes seeming to spit fire.
"Even if you are a herald of good fortune, I will still kill you!" he said chillingly.
