"Feng Lin, how come you're here?"
Jing Yesi glanced at the collapsed walls around her and walked toward the living room.
As soon as she finished speaking, her complexion gradually turned pale.
Although Feng Lin had a close relationship with the Empress of the Jiuli Tribe, his true identity was that of a national agent.
His presence here definitely wasn't a good sign.
"I'm here on a task."
Feng Lin leaned back on the sofa, expressionlessly looking at Jing Yesi.
"What task?" Jing Yesi walked over and asked in a deep voice.
"To see what this low-profile Dark Raven is up to."
Feng Lin spoke indifferently, "I didn't expect the Sect Leader here would dare to make a move on me, so I killed him."
"What? You... you killed my father?"
Jing Yesi's calm face suddenly turned ugly.
She immediately ran toward the bedroom in the living room.
Feng Lin didn't follow her; with him guarding outside, no one could escape.
About ten minutes passed.
