Another bang came from Hong Prison. As the dust and dirt were kicked into the air, the silver sword proudly let out a sword hymn and flew off into the distance.
Wang Lin looked at the direction of the Emperor’s sword as it flew away, and he faintly smiled. “Why is this sword acting like a child? It can’t find me, so now it has a grudge with Hong Prison. How many times has it been, 10 times?”
Mo Lihai sat opposite of Wang Lin. He could only bitterly smile, but at the same time he also admired Wang Lin. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was looking at Wang Lin, he wouldn’t have been able to find Wang Lin at all.
This was proven true by the fact that the Emperor’s sword had passed by many times and still wasn’t able to find Wang Lin.
Thinking about how he didn’t even notice Wang Lin leaving the hole a few days ago, his evaluation of Wang Lin increased a lot.