C786 The Backhand

"Wu, can you feel the pagoda's fluctuations?" Chu Lin asked, his voice tinged with frost.

"The pagoda isn't with any of those three groups—it was all a diversion," Wu replied, his laughter tinged with cunning.

A smile curled at the corner of Chu Lin's mouth. Unbeknownst to Qin Yan, Wu had pinpointed the purple-gray pagoda's vibrations back at the auction