Little Wang Cai suddenly turned his head and was about to fly into a rage when he saw Zhao Lin's tall figure standing behind him, looking down at him.
Little Wang Cai's curses that were already at the tip of his tongue were instantly stuck in his throat.
"What did I tell you, Zhao Hua?" Zhao Lin looked down at him expressionlessly and asked coldly. "I told you not to eat such greasy things anymore. It will affect your cultivation. Have you turned a deaf ear to it?"
Little Wang Cai quivered and his face turned pale.
However, after he reacted, he immediately defended himself. You can't blame me for this alone, can you? Everyone... Everyone has eaten…"
In order to get rid of this black pot as soon as possible, little Wang Cai decisively sold out all his clansmen.
However, for some reason, Zhao Lin's expression did not show any surprise.
