"I!"
"Lin Yuan!"
"Indeed, of poor character, guilty beyond redemption!"
Just as You Xiaozhong struggled, a calm voice suddenly reached his ears, Lin Yuan's voice, devoid of sorrow or joy, as if lacking any emotional fluctuation.
At the entrance of the Furnace Hall, a slender figure suddenly appeared.
Lin Yuan appeared with a calm face, his eyes slightly downcast, walking slowly toward the injured You Xiaozhong in the center of the square.
"Lin Yuan, it's Lin Yuan!" whispered a chores disciple of the Furnace Hall.
"Lin Yuan's untimely return today, someone should have given him a heads-up to let him run away first," some chores disciples couldn't help but worry about Lin Yuan's situation.
Usually, Lin Yuan interacted with them without being arrogant or causing them trouble, which made these chores appreciate him.
At this moment, the kind-hearted chores disciples were worried, wishing they could rush up and tell him to run quickly.
But not everyone felt the same.
