Losing Mind
Yun Lintian and the others entered a spacious room with powerful protection formations.
At the center, the rusty sword was placed on a marble table that kept emitting blue light, restraining the sword's killing intent.
"Do you need our help?" Wu Qingcheng asked after staring at Yun Lintian for a long while. For some reason, she felt a familiar breath coming from him, but she couldn't pinpoint out.
However, when she glanced at Linlin, who was disguised as a black cat, a strange light flashed through her eyes as if she thought of something.
On the side, Du Huanfeng had also felt the same. Yun Lintian's figure seemed to perfectly fit with the man in front of him. Moreover, the ordinary-looking woman behind Yun Lintian was also aligned with Mu Qiuxue's temperament.
"Send someone to monitor them after this." Du Huanfeng sent a sound transmission to the old man behind him.