"My wife, you go up first!"
Chen Lin examined Luo Qinglan's destiny line. Seeing nothing unusual, he immediately spoke.
Luo Qinglan shook her head. "No, those two from the Black Demon Sect are still here. I wouldn't feel safe leaving first. Let's go together!"
"All right, together it is."
Chen Lin nodded and glanced toward the Murong Lineage's group.
As it happened, Lan Zhihan and Blue Butterfly were also looking his way. Blue Butterfly was expressionless, while Lan Zhihan made no attempt to hide his cold sneer.
Amid the milling crowd, no one else noticed this exchange.
Chen Lin frowned. There was no reason for Lan Zhihan to keep targeting them. Before, he could have been hoping to use Luo Qinglan's pure bloodline to gain benefits from the Immortal Stele. But now that everyone had entered this place, he could obtain any inheritance the stele offered himself. Continuing to fixate on them made little sense.
Moreover, if he failed the Immortal Stele Trial, he would die here. Instead of studying how to survive, he kept watching them. His motives were truly unfathomable.
Unable to work out the reason, Chen Lin stopped dwelling on it and withdrew his gaze.
Then, after a moment's thought, he decided to examine Zhuge Hengyun's destiny line as well.
Zhuge Hengyun immediately sensed something, but merely gave Chen Lin a startled, uncertain look without asking anything. He trusted Chen Lin and knew he would not harm him. There was no reason for him to do so.
Chen Lin's expression, however, changed slightly.
Within the destiny river, the little fish representing Zhuge Hengyun was very dim. That in itself was nothing; it only meant his talent ability was relatively weak. After all, cultivation and soul power were both suppressed here, so what appeared was merely the strength