Lying there, feeling pitiful, weak, and helpless, Lin Letian suddenly heard a familiar voice. His eyes lit up instantly, as if he'd grabbed a lifeline.
Sure enough, four familiar figures hurried over to him, all looking surprised.
They were the four golden-robed youths he'd parted ways with not long ago.
"Fellow Daoists, I... I've been visited by the Black Hand Organization again." Lin Letian was on the verge of tears, looking utterly miserable. All his pride had been kicked out of him.
At that moment, seeing the four golden-robed youths made him feel so close to them, as if he'd found his family.
"You ran into the Black Hand Organization again?"
Ye Bufan and the others were stunned. They hurriedly scanned the surrounding void, warily sensing their surroundings, afraid the Black Hand Organization might still be nearby.
"They... should be gone," Lin Letian said.
"Good." Ye Bufan and the others immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"Brother Lin, get up quickly."
Ye Bufan hurried forward to help Lin Letian up, channeling Magic Power to heal the injuries on his backside.
"Fellow Daoists, thank you so much."
Lin Letian smiled bitterly. After being visited by the Black Hand Organization twice, his eyes had grown noticeably clearer.
"There's no need to be so formal."
Ye Bufan chuckled. With his handsome features and clear eyes, he was easy to like. "Still, Brother Lin, we really are fated to meet. We ran into you on our way out, and now we've met you again on our way back."
Lin Letian smiled bitterly. "If we weren't fated, I might still be in the latrine right now."
Huang Xuan's mouth twitched. "But, Brother Lin, your luck today is truly unbelievable. I've rarely heard of anyone being visited by the Black Hand Organization twice in one day."