บท 432: Words Are Wasted On The Undesirable

Lin Jin grinned from ear to ear, but that did not matter since his face was hidden behind a mask anyway. He then started cackling away maniacally. Due to it being forced, Lin Jin's laughter sounded creepy and bizarre.

Sit?

Lin Jin would never sit.

The old Taoist was trying to put up his mysterious act but Lin Jin didn't have time to play with him.

Lin Jin patted the fox in his arms. Prior to this, he had already studied the area for any traps that his enemy might have laid down.

He had to be extra careful.

It went without saying that Lin Jin would refrain from drinking the tea prepared by his enemy because there were no guarantees that it was not laced with something nasty.

Lin Jin knew that it was best not to go along with the enemy right now.