Che Linlin, Ma Xiaoxiao.
With the command given, the group of people set out slowly.
Inside the carriage, Zhong Lin lifted the curtain and could see the group outside walking silently, always attentive to the surroundings, without anyone speaking a word, the silence itself was somewhat terrifying.
This was an ironclad group, with such strict discipline that it was terrifying, even ingrained in their bones.
Zhong Lin's impression of Jiang Yuan changed once more, from this group it was clear that this Sister Jiang had planned well in advance, rather than acting on a sudden whim.
Zhong Lin let down the curtain and sat cross-legged, his mind was already immersed in his dantian.
The golden inner breath in his dantian was already full, with a yearning to overflow, which was why Zhong Lin's eyes occasionally emitted a golden glow, unlike any ordinary person.
