After Feng Huai fell asleep, a female cultivator from the team quietly rose and walked over to Lin Xin's side.
"Senior Brother Lin."
Lin Xin turned his face and glanced at her.
"What is it?"
The female cultivator gave a bitter smile. There was a disfiguring bloody gash on the right side of her lovely face. It was clearly an injury from the earlier battle. In a place without spell arts, with even their potions exhausted, she could only remain in such a sorry state.
"Although I know this is presumptuous, I still want to ask Senior Brother for a favor."
The female cultivator raised the letter clenched in her hand.
"If I die during this mission, I ask that Senior Brother help send word to my family. I wonder..."
Lin Xin looked at this mere Tier Three female cultivator, his expression unchanged. Only after a moment did he softly say,
"Wouldn't it be better for you to go back and deliver the message yourself?"
"I'm afraid I won't live until then..." The female cultivator shook her head. "My father is Zhao Xuanzhen, head of the Zhao Family in the Double Sun Realm. I beg Senior Brother..."
There was a trace of pleading in her eyes.
Lin Xin lifted his gaze and saw that, at some unknown point, quite a few cultivators from the team had gathered behind the female cultivator.
Each of them held a letter in hand, all of them looking at him with hope.
"Give them to me."
He sighed and said quietly.
If there was anyone who could survive this mission, then the one with the greatest chance was probably him.
That was why everyone had placed their hopes on him.
They were merely ordinary cultivators of Azure Lake Mountain. Outside, each of them might have