C137 The Sword Was Smashed

Lin Yaoyang bowed his head, gazing at the mangled skull of Lin Faang on the ground, the result of a brutal strike from his stick. Not a flicker of emotion stirred within him as a chilling, cold smile crept across his face.

Lin Faang was the kind of person who didn't deserve even the slightest bit of compassion from Lin Yaoyang. Dead was dead, and that was that.

Yet, unbeknownst to the onlookers