Talent Kill

"My dear, you go up first!"

Chen Lin examined Luo Qinglan's destiny line. Seeing nothing unusual, he immediately spoke.

But Luo Qinglan shook her head. "No, those two from the Black Demon Sect are still here. I won't feel at ease leaving first. Let's go together!"

"All right, together it is."

Chen Lin nodded and glanced toward the Murong Lineage.

As it happened, Lan Zhihan and Blue Butterfly were looking his way too. Blue Butterfly's face was expressionless, while Lan Zhihan made no attempt to conceal his cold sneer.

The crowd was milling about, and no one else noticed this exchange.

Chen Lin frowned. There was no reason for Lan Zhihan to keep targeting them. Earlier, he could have been hoping to exploit Luo Qinglan's pure bloodline to gain something from the Immortal Stele. But now everyone had entered this place. If the stele held any inheritance, Lan Zhihan could obtain it himself. Continuing to fix his sights on them made little sense.

Moreover, if Lan Zhihan failed the Immortal Stele's trial, he would die here. Instead of figuring out how to survive, he kept watching them. His intentions were truly hard to fathom.

Unable to work out the reason, Chen Lin stopped dwelling on it and withdrew his gaze.

Then, after some thought, he examined Zhuge Hengyun's destiny line as well.

Zhuge Hengyun immediately sensed something, but merely gave Chen Lin a startled, puzzled look without asking anything. He trusted Chen Lin and knew he had no reason to harm him.

Chen Lin's expression, however, changed slightly.

Within the destiny river, the little fish representing Zhuge Hengyun was very dim. That alone was nothing serious; it merely indicated that his talent ability was weak. After all, cultivation and soul power were suppressed here, so what manifested was only the