"Please." Lin Feiyan, with one hand behind his back, extended the other, making a gesture of invitation.
The setting sun was like blood, illuminating the ancient prayer beads on Lin Feiyan's wrist, where a fleeting spirit charm flashed and instantly disappeared.
At the edge of the Daoist Platform, Ye Xuan turned his attention to Lin Feiyan, his eyes landing on the string of ancient prayer beads on Lin Feiyan's wrist, and a trace of a smile emerged.
"Interesting..."
The corners of Ye Xuan's mouth lifted slightly.
This Lin Feiyan was rather unlucky.
To be targeted by the remnant soul of a formidable figure from the Demon Path.
"What did you discover?" Zhou Youwei asked softly, her lips parting slightly.
"Wen Lin is going to lose," Ye Xuan said quietly.
"Brother Wen is going to lose?" Huang Nian, standing beside him, couldn't help but twitch at this remark.
