[Close at Hand (Mastery 1/4000)]
At this moment.
A red notification popped up on Lin Chang'sheng's panel.
At the same time, an insight and technique regarding the divine power Close at Hand surged into Lin Chang'sheng's mind.
In an instant, it merged seamlessly with his consciousness.
Right then.
Lin Chang'sheng felt as if he'd cultivated Close at Hand for nearly ten years.
"Kid, are you deaf or something?"
Seeing Lin Chang'sheng ignore him, Zhu Chuan's eyes flashed with malice. He looked at his three fellow disciples and said, "Brothers, this bastard doesn't know his place. Let's send him on his way first! No need to hold back!"
"Sure, Senior Brother Zhu!"
"Slaughter him and seize the Enlightenment Hall qualification!"
At Zhu Chuan's words, his three junior brothers advanced, completely surrounding Lin Chang'sheng where he hovered by the stone pillar.
