Lin Chuan's pupils suddenly contracted, and his blood-red Mangekyō Sharingan appeared in his eyes as he looked toward the two youths by the lakeshore!
He did not know who these two youths were, but the fact that they could tell at a glance that he was not from the Central River Continent and directly mention the Southern Bright Continent caused their standing in Lin Chuan's mind to soar straight to the very top.
Yet even after Lin Chuan looked at them with his Mangekyō Sharingan, he still could not discern anything unusual about them. No matter how he looked at them, they seemed no different from ordinary mortals.
"Judging by his expression, Xiao Heng's guess was right!" Shi Jin turned his head to glance at Lin Chuan, then smiled at Xiao Heng and raised a grease-covered thumb. "God Heng is mighty!"
"Eat your grilled fish!" Xiao Heng tapped Shi Jin with the wooden skewer in his hand, saying helplessly.
In that brief span of time, countless thoughts flashed through Lin Chuan's mind. Their teleportation had clearly gone wrong. Everyone had been scattered rather than gathered together. Lin Chuan did not know what had caused it, but after checking the life plaques of everyone stored in the spacetime space, he found that none had shattered. That set his mind somewhat at ease.
Having temporarily confirmed everyone's safety, Lin Chuan checked his own injuries. This time, he had mainly been struck by spatial fluctuations and instantly knocked unconscious. His injuries were very minor and posed no real concern; a short rest would be enough for him to recover. In particular, the trace of cool breath that had entered through his mouth and nose earlier had greatly accelerated his recovery. There was no need to ask—it had certainly been Xiao Heng, the youth