Lin Lee raised his head and glanced at the Ancestor Yuan coldly. "This 'Heavenly Bead' belongs to the heavens and to the one destined to wield it. You, who hide in a dark cave hoarding the qi of this dead mountain, are no more than a greedy, aging rat sniffing after crumbs. Do you honestly think a low-level Nascent Soul, clinging desperately to life, can challenge Heaven's Chosen?"
The Ancestor's sunken face finally twisted in pure, incandescent rage hearing his remarks. His eyes, dark as twin abysses, flared with black spiritual fire, a hot, choking wave of dark spiritual energy that made the dust motes in the air burn and dance.
"Insolent child! You court death! I will not just take your bead; I will peel the skin from your flesh and use your soul as lamp oil!"
