Hearing Zhao Yun's voice, Lin Xinghe turned around instantly.
In the flickering firelight, Zhao Yun's grim face looked like a vengeful ghost demanding a life. Followed by a dozen fully armed guards, he was rapidly closing in.
Lin Xinghe took a deep breath, circulating the True Qi within her Dantian as she gripped the steel sword in her hand, bracing herself as if facing a formidable enemy.
Chapter 59