“Senior, the one in the back is the Shang clan’s shop. That is not a place someone can simply enter, so there will be people patrolling…” Before Li Dannan could finish speaking, waves of blue ripples appeared out of thin air and spread toward Wang Lin.
“Incomer, stop!” A cold and arrogant voice came from the void.
Wang Lin’s expression remained calm as he raised his hand and casually waved it. A gust wind suddenly appeared, creating a sharp shrill as it rushed toward the blue ripples.
“You!” The voice suddenly became higher, but as the gust of wind closed in, the blue ripples collapsed. The blue light quickly regathered itself 100 feet from Wang Lin into a young man in blue. He stared at Wang Lin with an ugly expression.
Li Dannan’s eyes lit up. He had been in Ming Mei city for a long time and came to the northern part twice before. Although there were people patrolling the northern city, something like this has never happened before someone even entered.