C440 The Immortal Weapon Protecting Its Master
A mocking expression flashed across Zhao Lin's face. The flames on his left palm suddenly disappeared, and a mist appeared instead. The five of them were puzzled, not knowing what Zhao Lin was up to.
The fog was formed from water vapor, which meant that there was water in the fog. Although he did not know Zhao Lin's purpose, it was definitely not a good thing
