A middle-aged man seated anxiously in the front hall when Lin Dong arrived. This person was not unfamiliar. He was one of the three Samsara stage experts who had come along with Little Marten to the Beast War Region back then.
The middle-aged man noticed Lin Dong the moment the latter entered the front hall. He hurriedly stood up, cupped his fists together and said, "Young brother Lin Dong, I am Wu Zhong. Please forgive me for disturbing you."
"Big brother Wu Zhong is too polite."
Lin Dong shook his head, but his eyes were a little grave. He stared at Wu Zhong and went straight to the point, "Has Little Marten encountered some trouble?"
Wu Zhong's expression was equally grave. He slowly nodded and replied, "Something has happened in the tribe. It is quite troublesome to deal with and Ah Diao has asked me to invite you over."
"What is it?" Lin Dong frowned.
