The ground beneath his feet buzzed, and a white light flared up, instantly whitening Lin Xin's field of vision.
When his sight cleared, he was already sitting in a dilapidated hut.
In front of him was a gray wooden table smeared with grease, and just like him, there were two other people sitting at the table, slowly opening their eyes.
"Groups of three, it seems you two are my team members for the Flower Clear Dust mission," a male cultivator said slowly.
"Our target is nearby, let's go."
The other, a woman wielding a longsword, had a cold expression with a red vertical mark between her eyebrows, giving her a particularly fierce appearance.
Lin Xin remained silent.
The three of them stood up and suddenly shot out, thunderously breaking through the wooden door of the hut.
Outside was a bustling street.
Commoners were coming and going, a never-ending stream of people.
In the middle of the street, carriages continuously passed by.
