C232 Converge

Yan Xing narrowed his eyes, fixating on Chu Lin without a blink. His companions quickly formed a circle around Chu Lin, effectively surrounding him.

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"

Suddenly, a series of sharp sounds cut through the air. From the nearby woods, several figures burst forth.

"Are those the people from the House of the Golden Needle?" The crowd turned to look