C1189 Unlucky

Lin Yaoyang stood before the magma light curtain, which vanished in a flash. Stepping forward, he emerged outside the grand hall.

The Martial Saint was intently observing Lin Yaoyang, his brow furrowing slightly at the sight of Lin's markedly different appearance from just a few days prior. His gaze fixed on Lin's left arm, the Martial Saint's expression grew tense