Yang Lin's heart tightened. Though she did not raise her head, she sensed a chilling gaze—it had to be that Taoist priest in yellow robes. Only his gaze could be so profoundly unsettling.
So we really have been found out... A wave of grief washed over Yang Lin. *Forget it, the worst that can happen is we die right here. It's just a shame I still have so much research left undone.*
A gentle wave of energy surged from Chen Zhezhe's hand, helping to calm her mind and steady her breathing, as he sent her a voice transmission: "Don't move yet. Listen to me."
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