Chen Lin gripped the Light Envoy's Small Sword, his expression wary. He was chiefly guarding against He Jinlin.
Yet He Jinlin did not attack. He merely glanced at Chen Lin before looking away.
Chen Lin relaxed a little. It seemed He Jinlin did not dare act recklessly in Immortal Superior Xiyue's presence. Of course, Chen Lin did not dare attack either. The Sword of Light could kill He Jinlin, but it might not be able to kill Xiyue. Once he struck, the consequences would be unpredictable.
"Let's go!"
Xiyue called out and flew ahead.
Huangfu Ying glanced at Chen Lin, then immediately flew after Xiyue, following close behind. A brocade-clad youth accompanied her-none other than Zhen Linyu.
At the sight of him, a cold glint flashed through Chen Lin's eyes.
Everything that had brought him to this point had started with this man. Had Zhen Linyu not deceived him into meeting Madam Colorful Butterfly, he would never have come into conflict with the Leaving Fire Dao Monarch, and none of the subsequent events would have happened.
Seemingly sensing something, Zhen Linyu glanced back.
He saw Chen Lin's icy gaze but paid it no heed. With the Immortal Superior's help, he too had now entered the Dao Integration Realm. Besides, with her here, no matter how deeply Chen Lin resented him, there was nothing Chen Lin could do to him.
Still, he felt somewhat aggrieved.
He had only deceived Chen Lin back then because Madam Colorful Butterfly had beguiled him. In the end, he had gained little, while all the hatred had landed on his head. It was a bitter injustice. He did not even know whether Madam Colorful Butterfly was still alive. She had yet to deliver the reward she owed him!
Chen Lin also thought of Madam Colorful Butterfly.