What the fuck!
Gu Chensha's words left Lin Changqing thoroughly depressed. After cursing inwardly, he curled his lip and said, "If you don't act, aren't you afraid something might happen to me?"
"If you can't even handle a bunch of little punks like this, then dying would be for the best—at least you won't embarrass us after joining the Demon Suppression Division..."
Gu Chensha sneered. "But don't worry. If you really get killed, I'll act and kill this lot, sending them to the grave with you.
"That can count as avenging you. I won't leave you with any regrets."
Heh heh!
Gee, thanks.
Lin Changqing was deeply annoyed. Rolling his eyes, he ignored Gu Chensha and narrowed his eyes as he swept his gaze over the table of seven people in the hall.
Gu Chensha had said these seven were from the White Lotus Cult, specifically here to intercept and kill him.
No wonder he had sensed killing intent directed at him the moment he entered.
Lin Changqing was in no hurry to act.
The night was long; there was plenty of time. Now was not the time.
Late at night, all was still.
Inside one of the inn's finest rooms.
Lin Changqing sat cross-legged on the bed, visualizing the Cosmic Galaxy as he entered a state of Still Mind.
Suddenly.
A faint creak came from the roof.
Lin Changqing, who had been cultivating with his eyes closed, abruptly opened them. Two rays of golden light burst from his eyes, seeming to illuminate the entire room.
The next instant, Lin Changqing's figure flashed, and he had already leapt off the bed.
As a strong wind swept through, the door automatically opened.
Like a ghost, Lin Changqing dashed out of the room.
In a few strides, he went straight out of