Lin Zhongtian's eyes flashed with a sharp light; he had to settle accounts with that person.
As Zhao Tiezhu moved the flower stand aside, he said, "You can touch it yourself. It's exceptionally prickly, as if it has drawn all the subterranean chill right up to the surface!"
He wasn't afraid. Being a young man full of vitality and protected by internal martial arts, a mere wisp of chill was nothing to him.
Chapter 86