Feng Lin's eyes narrowed into a line, "Reason."
"Aren't you worried about the formations in the ruins at all?" Ji Guangling asked.
"Of course I've thought about it."
Feng Lin's voice was low.
"Whether it's you, Xiao Zheng, or Xiao Meng, entering a formation we've never seen before, the chances of death are extremely high."
Ji Guangling spoke flatly, "I don't want you to take that risk."
Meng Changsheng, puffing on his tobacco pipe, glanced towards Feng Lin.
"I..."
Feng Lin thought about the formation he had encountered in the Island Country, which could seal one's Qi.
If it was that kind of formation, even as elders, Second Grandpa and Old Zheng might not fare any better than himself.
"You mean, just let me hide away?"
Feng Lin's voice grew increasingly sharp, "Old Grandpa, have you forgotten how I got to where I am now?"
"You, kid..."
Ji Guangling was at a loss for words.
"Rest assured, I never fight without thinking."
