"What principle?"
Song Qiangwei asked curiously.
"You should have no hope now, see you if fate allows."
Feng Lin waved goodbye to Song Qiangwei and left the place.
Following the road, he arrived at a park in Bi City.
He sat leisurely on a bench, watching the elderly men and women milling about in the distance.
Feng Lin was also pondering internally, as if modifying a cultivation technique.
He thought about applying the Soul of the Fallen to the other two cultivation techniques.
...
Noon.
Feng Lin's phone rang; he glanced at it, a number he didn't recognize.
"Hello," Feng Lin answered the call.
"Is this Mr. Feng Lin? I'm from the Secret Corps. After an investigation, we've confirmed the target's location,"
came the voice from the other end.
"Good, send me the address, I will head there now," Feng Lin said as he stood up from the bench.
After hanging up, the other party sent the precise address and coordinates to him.
Feng Lin immediately set out.
...
