C697 Abhijna

The wood spirit art, all of the plants are my eyes, my ears, my eyes, my ears.

Lin Yi's Spiritual Sense swept past every corner of the Burma like a flood.

Then, Lin Yi smiled, "We know where it is, let's go!"

At this time, one thousand meters underground of the Burma capital.

In the darkness of an altar, a black-robed old man was meditating.

Suddenly, the old man let out a loud cough