The group led by the Holy Desolate King naturally also saw Zhong Lin, who stood quietly with a blank expression.
"Greetings to the Holy Desolate King."
Zhong Lin and the other person cupped their hands in salute.
No matter if there were past conflicts, the respect due to a Sealing King strong person must not be overlooked, which is the demeanor of a Holy Land.
The Holy Desolate King's eyes glanced at Zhong Lin without joy or sadness, but the disciples behind him had a flash of murderous intent in their eyes. If looks could kill, Zhong Lin would have already been riddled with holes.
"Are you Zhong Lin?"
A young man stepped out from the crowd, looking at Zhong Lin with a blank expression.
"And this brother is?"
"The Fifth Saint of the Battle Heaven Sacred Land, Zhan Rui."
