C81 Hall of Whispers

An hour later, Zhao Lin was still casually trailing behind the group ahead of him. They had become aware of Zhao Lin some time ago. Yet, the tricolored forest was widely recognized as a place for honing one's skills. The group remained merely vigilant and did not engage in any unpleasantness with Zhao Lin. "There's a scent of blood!" Zhao Lin's face suddenly took on a concerned look