The demon's might on the first floor, Lin Jing didn't feel anything; he simply rated it less potent than a Peach Blossom Spirit Pill.
He stepped forward toward the stairs leading to the second floor, waiting for the mystical light to rain down and fortify his mind and spirit.
However, he waited for quite a while, his steps growing ever slower, and the so-called mystical light failed to appear. Instead, more waves of demon power seeped from the walls on this floor, causing Lin Jing to frown.
The pine leaf mouse sensed something was off, poking out from the monk's hat and nudging Lin Jing. Why was it different from Elder Mo's description? Where was the opportunity? Could it really be that Lin Jing's crow mouth was right, and they would indeed encounter trouble as soon as they arrived?
There's absolutely no way...
Lin Jing hesitated, taking a small step back, contemplating whether they should return for now.
