Lin Shu was true to her word. As her voice trailed off, she immediately began casting her sect's spell, preparing to summon her senior brothers and junior fellow apprentices. In the brief interval while the spell was running, she simply couldn't help herself and let out a chuckle. Perhaps it was because she had witnessed far more ruthless and savage demonic cultivators firsthand that Voldemort's actions struck her as both absurd and comical, filling her with a rather complicated amusement.
Recalling Voldemort's various exploits and his so-called "brilliant resume," Lin Shu couldn't help but shake her head in helpless resignation. Given the things Voldemort had done, if he were to end up in the territory of Eastern demonic cultivators, those seasoned evil practitioners would probably be deeply suspicious, wondering if he were an undercover agent deliberately planted by the righteous path.
Just as Lin Shu was shaking her head and sighing, the communication spell she had been keeping active finally received a response, and a familiar voice came from the other end:
Chapter 223