Immortal Stele

"Sorry, but I truly have no connection with Senior Murong Feng. It is difficult enough for me to meet him myself, so I cannot introduce you."

After giving it some thought, Chen Lin still chose to refuse.

The other party had never stated her purpose for seeing Murong Feng. If he introduced her and somehow provoked Murong Feng's displeasure, that would be troublesome. There was no need for it.

As for Lan Zhihan, he could figure out a way to deal with him himself.

Just then, a figure sped over and landed beside Chen Lin.

It was Grass, whom Chen Lin had summoned through their special means of contact.

"Master!"

Grass greeted Chen Lin, then gave Blue Butterfly and the other two women a hostile look, poised to attack the moment Chen Lin gave the order.

Blue Butterfly's expression turned very ugly. She realized Chen Lin had been stalling with her all this time, waiting for this girl to arrive so she could not make a move by force.

What shocked her even more was that this girl's Sword Will was incomparably powerful. Even she faintly sensed a threat from her, yet she called that man her master?

"Chen Lin, cooperation benefits us both. Why must you keep others at arm's length?"

Blue Butterfly had originally intended to seize Chen Lin if he refused, then use methods to force him into submission. But Grass's appearance made her wary of acting rashly, leaving her no choice but to continue persuading him.

Chen Lin said nothing further. He merely led Grass slowly beyond the range of the Soundproofing Formation and vanished into the street.

"Hmph, refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit!"

Blue Butterfly flew into a rage, snorted coldly, and turned to leave as well.

After returning to their residence,