Inside the Holy Land Gate, powerful figures from all sides stood in confrontation, the atmosphere somewhat oppressive.
Lin Jian's words cast a shadow over everyone's hearts; he was so confident, searching for the whereabouts of the Ancient Book.
Could it be that Lin Jian truly didn't obtain the Ancient Book?
If Lin Jian had obtained it, with his abilities, leaving this place wouldn't be impossible.
But if Lin Jian had taken it, then his acting was remarkably convincing.
"Searching through memories?"
At this time, a voice was heard, and Taman of the Heavenly God Race spoke: "I'm not interested in that Ancient Book anymore. If you want to compete for it, go ahead. I'm not participating."
After speaking, Taman turned to leave, preparing to take the Transcendents of the Heavenly God Race and depart.
"Wait."
Lin Jian called out, frowning slightly. Attempting to leave now would easily provoke some imagination in others.
