Chen Lin had originally wanted Zhao Mengru to change into the Silver Armor, but when he thought about how recognizable armor like that would surely be at the gathering point, he abandoned the idea.
If he left the corpse here, no one could be certain he had killed the man. Wearing his armor, however, would make it all too obvious.
Although he considered himself a formidable fighter, he did not dare claim to be invincible. Caution was still necessary.
After confirming the direction, Chen Lin set off for the gathering point with Zhao Mengru. Unexpectedly, they encountered a group of cultivators along the way, and Zhao Hetang was among them.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, you're all right too! Wonderful!"
The moment Zhao Hetang saw Chen Lin, he came up to him with a look of delighted surprise.
Looking at the handprint on his face, Chen Lin asked in puzzlement, "What happened, Fellow Daoist Zhao? Did someone hit you?"
"That's right, I hit him. What, does the great Foundation Establishment Cultivator Chen have a problem with that?"
A bald man walked up and gave Zhao Hetang another resounding slap, making him cry out in pain.
"Didn't I fucking tell you to behave? You still dare disobey me? Have you got a death wish?"
After cursing him, he viciously kicked Zhao Hetang again before turning to Chen Lin with an arrogant sneer.
Chen Lin stared at him in astonishment. He vaguely remembered this man as a Qi Condensation cultivator from their Sea-Crossing Ship. Previously, the man had been meek and submissive whenever he saw any of the Foundation Establishment cultivators. Chen Lin had never expected him to become so brazen.
He glanced at the others. Two of the cowering men were Foundation Establishment cultivators who had boarded with the second group. Their bodies