"Lin Tian, they're all looking at you," Xiao Manxuan whispered.
Lin Tian turned his head and found Ghost, Fatty, and the others were looking at him, waiting for him to decide. Though they agreed with Shen Lin, they wouldn't follow him.
This is why Yan Bei no longer mentioned the team matter; the competition and confrontation were too apparent to reconcile.
"Why look at me? Just do as he says," Lin Tian said indifferently.
The two strongest in the group rarely agreed, and the rest were relieved. If arguments broke out, even escalating to a fight, they would also be caught in the crossfire.
Shen Lin dashed out first, moving fast, followed by Ji Zimo and the others. However, no matter how they sped up or used Qinggong, they couldn't catch up with Shen Lin—this was the difference.
A white shadow leapt out, Bai carrying two young beauties, overtook Ji Zimo, then Shen Lin, easily surpassing them. Everyone finally witnessed Bai's speed, swift as the wind.
