Gazing at the barely breathing man and snake before him, Lin Zifeng wanted to leave, yet felt somewhat unwilling, and Mu Ruoyun seemed to understand Lin Zifeng's thoughts, gently comforting him: "Lord Zifeng, you don't need to worry, given the current state of the Soul-devouring Blood Python, even if White Sky orders it, it won't easily attack you again."
Listening to Mu Ruoyun, Lin Zifeng felt a bit hesitant, yet the golden longsword tightly grasped in his hand did not loosen a bit: "Just fleeing like this, isn't it letting that old thing off too easily? Just now, he wanted my life!"
"Sigh..."
Inwardly, Mu Ruoyun sighed deeply, her tone indiscernible, softly saying: "I know you're very angry, but that Thunder Tribulation Expert is getting closer and closer. How to decide depends on you, Lord Zifeng."
As her words fell, Lin Zifeng sank into silence, lowering his head, his starlike eyes flashing with various emotions.
