Lin Jin was considering it from a supernatural point of view. His assumption wasn't completely farfetched but first, he had to research this barrier thoroughly.
Now, he wasn't capable of thinking too much. He had exhausted too much energy and his body was still stiff from the old dragon's blizzard. He needed time to recover. Not only him, but the white ape was also heavily injured, lying on the ground, heaving huge breaths.
Xiao Huo was a little better off and he remained by Lin Jin's side, protecting him.
Under such circumstances, Lin Jin couldn't head to the Visitation Hall. He had to wait for his physical body to recover. He began administering acupuncture on himself to energize his blood flow so as to dispel the cold from his body.
Simultaneously, all six visitors had already arrived at the Visitation Hall. Unlike her usually cheerful demeanor, He Qing was staring anxiously at the second floor's metal door, waiting for the curator.
