Chen Lin stared at Ming Du, waiting to see what choice he would make.
If he drank the soup, he would forget his past, and from then on, he would no longer be himself. If he refused, the old woman certainly would not allow it, and his soul would be scattered into oblivion.
He did not believe Ming Du could match the old woman.
No matter how formidable a Semi-Void Realm cultivator might be, he could not possibly rival the Realm Guardian of the Seven Realms Flower, even if she was only a phantom image.
The woman and the Skinny Man felt the same.
They knew more about the situation, and were even less optimistic about Ming Du's actions.
Yet, to all three of their surprise, Ming Du neither drank the soup nor clashed with the old woman. Instead, he pointed at Chen Lin.
With an enigmatic smile, he said, "He sent me here."
Chen Lin was instantly dumbfounded.
Ming Du's action left him utterly bewildered.
Putting aside whether he had told Ming Du to step onto the bridge, even if he had, what difference would it make? Surely the old woman could not be afraid of him?
But an instant later, Chen Lin's hair stood on end.
He felt an extremely uncanny aura envelop his entire body, and then the old woman slowly turned her eyes toward him.
His expression changed drastically, and he was about to activate his innate power to dispel it.
Yet the aura abruptly withdrew after merely brushing against him, as though it had never appeared.
The old woman's eyes turned back, settling on the chipped bowl in her hands.
Just as Chen Lin was wavering in alarm and uncertainty, wondering whether to leave, he saw Ming Du take the chipped bowl.
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