In midair.
Changqingzi stood behind Chen Lin to one side, his brows tightly furrowed.
"Boss, that old man down there..." Changqingzi stared fixedly at Heavenly Hatred True Lord in the mountain hollow, a trace of startled uncertainty flashing through his eyes. "There's something sinister about his aura. And... it feels very familiar."
"Let's go down and take a look," Chen Lin ordered.
The Flying Boat descended vertically.
The gusts scattered the morning mist in the hollow.
Chen Lin leaped off the Flying Boat first. Yun Sheng followed close behind, the Cloudborne Sword in hand, while Changqingzi landed last.
The three formed a triangle, trapping Heavenly Hatred True Lord in the hollow.
Heavenly Hatred True Lord stared fixedly at Chen Lin, who stood at the front.
He could not see through this young man.
He was clearly only in the false core realm, yet he was the one taking the lead. The old man at early nascent soul and the female sword cultivator at late core formation stood half a step behind him, looking every bit like his subordinates.
"Who are you?" Heavenly Hatred True Lord tightened his grip on his cane, his voice hoarse.
Chen Lin said nothing.
He studied Heavenly Hatred True Lord, then shifted his gaze to the two Black-Armor Puppets radiating late core formation auras.
Good stuff.
Chen Lin silently admired them.
If he could take them under his control, Chen Family Village's security would rise another notch.
Just as Chen Lin was considering how to beat this old man into submission.
Changqingzi, standing behind him, suddenly shuddered.
Changqingzi stared fixedly at Heavenly Hatred True Lord's skeletal face, then glanced at the White Bone Cane in his hand.
Memories from a thousand years ago flooded his mind.
Changqingzi's breathing instantly quickened, and his body began trembling uncontrollably.