After chatting with the steward for a while, Lin Chen bade farewell.
As he walked out of the Spiritual Treasure Pavilion, Lin Chen glanced at the sky. Dusk was already here, so it seemed impossible for him to bet on the Spirit Martial Arena today; there wasn't enough time.
By now, Yang Minghui and his group should have finished their class and returned to the Yellow Hall. Perhaps the duels had already started, which made Lin Chen's back chill at the thought.
Zi Ling had clearly mentioned yesterday that today he had to be present at the Martial Arts Practice Ground of the Yellow Hall.
If he didn't go, Zi Ling probably wouldn't let it slide.
No choice, Lin Chen was no match for Zi Ling right now, so he had to bear with it. But when he's strong enough to defeat Zi Ling one day, he definitely planned to give this violent maniac a good beating to vent his grievances.
Lin Chen hurried back to the Yellow Hall and arrived at the Martial Arts Practice Ground.
