Miss Mu is no longer by my side.
I must rely on myself, and Xia Feng found himself somewhat unaccustomed.
He also didn't know if Miss Mu and the people from the Black Moon Church could track down the traces of Burning Heaven Temple.
"Ye Lin, this person..."
Blind Qing's empty eye sockets turned toward Xia Feng, yet it was as if a substantial gaze landed on his face, and he solemnly asked the question he had wanted to ask earlier, "Why is this masked man here?"
Earlier, Xia Feng and Ye Lin were communicating through mind transmission, so Blind Qing still did not know Xia Feng's identity.
Ye Lin had no intention of revealing identities, merely responding indifferently, "This person is a distinguished guest whom the Goddess requested to be brought back to Burning Heaven Island; he is one of our own."
"Is that so..." Blind Qing, who had no pupils, just squinted his eye sockets slightly.
