บท 551: Envoy of the Hall of the Dead

Lin Feng, with a virtual gesture, helped Wang Lin up from the ground as he looked at his disciple, smiling silently.

Wang Lin took a deep breath as unfamiliar warmth appeared on his perennially cold and severe face.

When his gaze landed on the purple clouds transfigured from the Celestial Small Worlds in Lin Feng's palm, he stared at the black-robed figure in the Small World, his gaze turning cold once again.

"No need to be hasty, he's not going to run," Lin Feng said calmly.

He turned to face the other cultivators, eyes calm as a still lake. Like sleepwalkers who just snapped out of their stupor, they hurriedly bowed towards Lin Feng in unison. "Thank you, Leader of the Celestial Sect of Wonders, for your help in our time of need."

"No need for formalities," Lin Feng glanced at the Celestial Small Worlds in his palm before asking, "Is there anyone who has known this person previously, or anyone else who cultivates a similar mantra?"