In the past few days, Lin Hao had seen many unfamiliar faces in the Xuan Yin Sect, all of them disciples and elders who had rushed back.

"See that? That's Lin Hao, a pure troublemaker."

"Is that the infamous 'handsome young man'? He does have some good looks! But I'd love to stomp on his face and beat him half to death."

"If it weren't for this scoundrel, how would our Xuan Yin Sect face such a calamity today!"