"Zhuoma Lasuo."
Leng Xingtian smiled slightly, unfazed by the appearance of the wild girl.
Over the years, the wild girl... uh, Zhuoma Lasuo had repeatedly come to the Holy Land trying to ambush him, but every time she left empty-handed. This cave was originally built by a group of Believers of Wumo Holy Land, so Zhuoma Lasuo was very familiar with everything here. As long as she could enter, she could come and go freely, and no one could trap her.
When he entered the Holy Land this time, Leng Xingtian already knew she would come, though he overlooked the variable Lin Zifeng...
"Leng Xingtian, years ago you killed my father, took my Holy Land, destroyed my faith. Today I want you to repay your blood debt with blood!"
Zhuoma Lasuo's water-like gaze was ferociously terrifying; the heavens and earth might be vast, but nothing compared to the vengeance for her father's death.
Lin Zifeng found it difficult to comprehend such feelings.
