Kun Lin Ruins.
The next morning.
After Lionel Yeager and his party had finished breakfast, they walked out of the inn, preparing to head to the Myth Martial clan.
"Brother Moore, is the Myth Martial clan far from here?"
Lionel Yeager asked.
Boris Moore replied, "Not too far. With our speed, we should arrive by noon."
James Wilbur said helplessly, "Why insist on going to the Myth Martial clan? It's freezing there. South State is much better than that place."
Bardon Bard said with a laugh, "Brother James, I'm afraid the climate in South State isn't much better, right?
Brother Moore said that South State is hot all year round. That would roast someone alive."
James Wilbur rolled his eyes and said, "Better to be roasted alive than frozen to death!"
At this moment.
The street suddenly bustled with excitement.
"My God, isn't that the Kylin Clan's car?"
"The Kylin Clan going out with so many Kylin Guards for protection, they do carry quite the presence!"
