Then, slamming his sleeves, he turned and left.
Of the three remaining YuanYing cultivators, one flew towards Feng Luan, while the other two shook their heads and, forcing smiles on their faces, dispersed. The one who was flying towards Feng Luan was a middle-aged man, the one who stood at the middle YuanYing stage and who Zhou Jin was afraid of: Yang Sen.
He looked at Wang Lin, then scowling a bit, he sighed and asked: “Sister Luan….Why did you do this?”
Feng Luan looked coldly at the middle-aged man and said: “Were it not for him, Hong’Er would have certainly died in the foreign battlefield. And had it not been for your instigation, why would have Hong’Er entered such a dangerous place like the foreign battlefield in the first place?”
The middle-aged man was silent for a while, then turned to Wang Lin and bowed deeply. Upon standing up, he took out a jade talisman from his storage bag. As he threw it towards Wang Lin, he said: “This talisman is my early YuanYing-class weapon. I have removed my Divine Consciousness from it. After you refine it, it should help save your life in the future.”