C268 The Guest Service!
Swoosh!
The synchronized sound of swords being drawn echoed crisply.
The squad had simultaneously unsheathed their weapons and adopted a combat stance.
Lin Mo merely shrugged, utterly unfazed by their display.
He could extinguish their lives in the blink of an eye if he so desired.
Yet, he refrained, wary of drawing the Frost God's scrutiny—a deity venerated by the Bernard Empire