Watching Du Chuang leave with an unpleasant expression, Lin Xing didn't take it too much to heart.
At this moment, his mind was mostly occupied with thoughts about Tian Sha Gu Xing, Huang Feng, the Evil Sect, and the face similar to his that he had seen in the visions brought about by the Evil Spirit Relic.
"It's not just that the Evil Sect is dangerous," Lin Xing mused, "even if this organization wasn't dangerous, I would still very much like to come into contact with them."
"That person... what is my relationship with him? Why do we look so much alike?"
With all these questions in mind, Lin Xing met with Zhao Tianlong, who had awakened three days later.
At the moment, Zhao Tianlong lay on the bed, looking pale with sunken eyes, as though he was just recovering from a severe illness.
The moment he saw Lin Xing, he struggled to sit up: "Master! If it wasn't for your rescue this time, I, Zhao, would probably have lost everything, including my family."
