Even in the face of the Grand Preceptor Tianyan's words and deep bow, Lin Chuan's expression remained calm, without the slightest ripple.
His eyes were filled with cold indifference. At this moment, he was Xuanxiao, and he was also Lin Chuan—the embodiment of destruction and darkness.
No matter how tragic the Grand Preceptor Tianyan's lineage might be, it could not stir any excess emotion within him. Furthermore, a mere speech was not enough to make Lin Chuan believe him.
Chapter 1293