A shadow quietly enveloped Lin Yuan's heart.
If Qi Yu reveals the truth, will the master still protect me?
Without the protection of the long-browed Taoist, can I escape from this encirclement?
Mid-stage Lingyuan, with two other people.
With this thought, Lin Yuan's spirit sank to rock bottom.
Time ticked by second by second, as if the air itself was gradually solidifying.
"Perhaps, coming back was indeed a poorly thought-out plan back then." Lin Yuan's eyes were stern as he pondered continuously.
"Mid-stage Ningyuan, with my sixty acupoints, how far can I escape?"
This time, I am truly placing my life and death hopes on another person. This feeling of helplessness makes him extremely uncomfortable.
During this quiet wait, led by Lu Angzhou, Qi Yu was brought by an old woman with a dragon-headed cane.
"Cai Envoy." The old woman bowed in greeting.
Cai Yufeng, seeing the two approach, had already focused all his attention on the woman behind the old woman.
