C212 White Lotus(55)

He didn't know how many days had passed. Perhaps three or four days had passed. Feng Yanlin didn't know. Sitting in the inn, Feng Yanlin listened attentively to the conversations of the people around him. Until now, there was still no news of Yaen Wushuang.

When he lowered his head to drink tea, a person dressed in white sat opposite him. From the corner of his eyes