C979 Zyrem

All eyes were fixed on Chu Lin, each person wearing a different expression, their minds a whirlwind of thoughts.

"He has merged with a martial spirit," observed a youth from the Palace of the God-King, his voice cool and detached. He had clearly detected a clue in Chu Lin's aura.

"This just got interesting," remarked a young man from Whispers of the Grave, his eyes gleaming with a cold