The brightly lit room was solemn and heavy with tension.
Li Qingchan, Zhao Zhu, and the other Cang Xuan Sect disciples sat on either side. At the head of the room sat Elder Wu Lin, a stern-faced old man in gray robes and the Cang Xuan Sect's chief representative stationed in Black Flame State.
"Qingchan, the fact that you led the team here personally shows how seriously the sect takes this trip." Elder Wu looked at Li Qingchan, his tone rather gentle and his gaze filled with expectation.
Then, his gaze shifted to Mo Lin, who appeared somewhat lazy. A smile that could barely be called "kind" even appeared on his stern face as he nodded in greeting. "Chief Mo Lin has come as well. Excellent. With you and Qingchan working together, our chances on this trip will be much greater."
As a sect elder, Wu Lin naturally knew that although Mo Lin was not a traditional Saint Child, his true combat strength had long been acknowledged by the upper ranks. He was enough to rival, or even surpass, ordinary Saint Children.
With these two top-tier fighters, Mo Lin and Li Qingchan, present, the Cang Xuan Sect was undoubtedly much more confident in this contest for the Flame Marrow Vein.
Mo Lin nodded carelessly in response. He was practically sprawled in his chair, one hand resting on the armrest while the other naturally wrapped around Zuoqiu Qingyu's soft waist, his fingertips gently stroking it from time to time.
Zuoqiu Qingyu seemed long accustomed to such intimacy. Not only did she not resist, she leaned even closer, listening to Elder Wu with a smiling face. Every now and then, she tilted her head to whisper something into Mo Lin's ear, drawing a wicked grin from him.
Zi Yan was even more