"Old Four?"
Feng Lin had just woken up and was still somewhat groggy.
Upon hearing about Sikong Jin, his brain instantly cleared.
"That's right, don't notify him just yet," Ji Guangling said on the other end.
"Okay."
Feng Lin nodded solemnly.
After hanging up the phone, he sent the address to Ji Guangling.
Feng Lin guessed it probably had something to do with the True Human Clan.
He quickly made his way to the outside of the ruins and waited there.
Half an hour later, the sound of a helicopter came from the sky.
The helicopter opened its hatch and began to slowly descend.
With a leap, Feng Lin jumped aboard.
"Let's go!"
Feng Lin gestured to the pilot.
The pilot nodded and headed to the destination.
...
Yanjing.
Wu Jian Headquarters.
Feng Lin put on a mask before stepping inside.
He hurried to where Ji Guangling was staying and found Dugu Poxiao was also there.
Both were sitting opposite each other at a square wooden table, drinking tea.
