When Chen Lin saw that it was Xuanyin Patriarch, he actually felt a little relieved.
Although his opponent was powerful, he had not yet reached the point of driving Chen Lin to despair. If this was the danger accumulated over three months of bad luck, it was still tolerable.
But a moment later, his expression changed.
The air rippled, and two more figures appeared.
"Hehe, Lord Qiu, how have you been?"
Seeing the two men, Chen Lin knew he had been far too naive.
How could the backlash from the Fortunate Art amount to nothing more than Xuanyin Patriarch?
But he was also deeply puzzled. How had these three come together, and why had they sought him out?
The two newcomers were none other than the Prison Guards who had possessed Huo Yuntao and Huo Tingfeng in the Far North!
Both had now regained their original appearances. One held a spear, while the other carried a black umbrella, their murderous intent biting cold.
The spear-wielding Shadow Monster glanced at Chen Lin and sneered. "Lord Qiu, if you can prove your identity now, we will still acknowledge you and serve you as our master. How about it?"
Chen Lin ignored him.
They had clearly already determined that he was no reincarnation of Qiu Daoli and had come for revenge. There was no point in saying anything more.
"Xuanyin True Lord, as far as I know, these two Prison Guards aren't exactly on good terms with the Otherworldly Spirits. Aren't you afraid the spirits will call you to account for associating with them?"
Chen Lin scanned his surroundings, speaking to stall for time while searching for an escape route.
The Fortunate Art's backlash should be nearing its end. Every moment he could buy was worth it.
"Hahaha!"
At Chen Lin's words, Xuanyin