Forsaken Immortal Clan

He thought back to when he took Teng Li’s foundation, when he saw that blue-skinned freak!

The tattoos on the young man’s body released a ghostly light and began to shine brighter. After a while, the light dimmed. The tattoos moved around and covered more of the young man’s body.

The young man’s eyes were filled with excitement as he said something to the old man in a strange language.

After hearing this strange language, Wang Lin was sure that that freak from back then was related to them, because his language was the same as this.

The savage elder nodded. He rubbed the young man’s head and then looked at Wang Lin.

He then looked at the beast trap on Wang Lin’s wrist. He put his hand over his chest, bowed, and said, “Hello, outsider. I’m Kamel of the Forsaken Immortal Clan, six leaf shaman.”

Wang Lin’s eyes lit up. He clasped his hands and said, “Hello, I’m Wang Lin, Soul Formation cultivator.”