If it was a blessing, it was no disaster; if it was a disaster, there was no dodging it.
This had originally been what Lin Xuan worried about most. Only as time passed had his heart gradually settled back into his stomach. Who would have thought that in the end, he still would not be able to dodge it?
At the most crucial moment, just as the treasure was about to be successfully refined...
That old monster who had kept him on tenterhooks had come after all.
Though Lin Xuan did not know what sort of exalted being he was, he was certainly far more formidable than the Ghost Saint he had encountered last time.
What should he do?
Lin Xuan faced a dilemma!
But very soon, his gaze became resolute.
He had spent so much time and effort here—could he really withdraw in silence? How could he let a cooked duck fly away?
Looking at the treasure that was about to be refined successfully, a trace of heat flashed through Lin Xuan's eyes. So what if it was dangerous? If he did not take the gamble, he would never be at peace.
It was not as if he had never faced danger before.
Even if he could not win, Lin Xuan still had some confidence in fleeing with his life.
Thinking this, Lin Xuan already knew what he should do.
But charging forward foolishly to meet the enemy was not Lin Xuan's style either.
He gave a flick of his sleeve, and another Lin Xuan entered view.
His features and build were no different in the slightest. Needless to say, this was naturally the Internal Incarnation Lin Xuan had painstakingly refined with great difficulty.
Lin Xuan had already thought it through. His main body would go up to meet