The suddenly ringing voice outside the door was like a death knell, startling Ying Lin up from the sofa.
In a panic, he lunged to the side, pulling out the gun typically hidden in the pages of a book.
Facing the door with apprehension!
Who?
Who could break in here!
Is it the Nanhuang Daoist School coming for my life!
Ying Lin's eyes stared fixedly in that direction, as if a man-eating monster stood outside the door.
At any moment it would rush in, skin him alive and dismantle him limb by limb.
"The Nanhuang Daoist School... they've finally come! This day has finally come!"
Ying Lin let out a hysterical laugh, his pupils bloodshot.
He hadn't slept for days, relying on illicit drugs to forcibly stay alert.
Treated as a disposable pawn by his family, he had lost all hope of returning to Hai Province...
This had pushed Ying Lin to his mental limits, like having one foot on the edge of a cliff, his whole being teetering.
Luo Bing's suggestion gave him a glimmer of hope.
