"Awu."
A small leopard, the size of a civet, sprinted through the night and arrived in front of Lin Qingluo in the blink of an eye.
"Master!"
"Sister!"
"We're here."
Five hot-blooded youths followed closely behind and appeared one after another at the Beacon Tower.
"Master, sister, you're injured?!"
The sight of Lin Qingluo's blood-stained clothes filled the youths with horror as they all rushed over.
"Sister, where are you hurt? Let your brother take a look."
Lin Jinyun and Lin Jinlong circled their sister, expressing their concern and asking after her well-being.
They didn't even notice the person next to them.
Lin Jinxu had a dark expression on his face.
Was his presence really so weak?
They didn't even spare him a glance.
Were they really the little brothers who grew up together with him?
"Oh my, is this Second Brother Lin? Is it really Second Brother Lin?"
