C907 Do Not Listen to the Old Man's Words

Vines crept slowly, entwining the area where Lin Chang'an stood. He drew his Void Halberd, aiming to deter the persistent tendrils, yet Lin Chang'an found that they were undeterred, continuing to ensnare his surroundings.

It seemed their intent was not to harm Lin Chang'an, but to confine him there.

"Are these vines just encapsulating me?" Lin Chang'an pondered, his brow furrowing