On the day when the immortal bones were taken away, Lin Xuan was expelled from the Qingyun Sect. His former senior sister gave him a cold look, and the sect's holy son stepped on his blood and ascended to the altar. Everyone thought he was dead, but little did they know that the immortal bones that had been poached began to bite back, the altar collapsed, and the soul lamp screamed. Only then did the sect discover that Lin Xuan was not an abandoned son, but a living proof that suppressed everything. The fatwa order was changed overnight to a request for return, and the Empress Senior Sister personally went down the mountain to beg him to return to the sect. But he is no longer the young man who begged for recognition. The pain of being taken away and the hatred of being abandoned all turned into immortal blood marks on his palms. Lin Xuan raised his eyes and smiled: You want me to go back? It's late. From now on, everything owed to him must be paid back. It's time for those who once stood tall to kneel down.
