The phrase "take your life while you're sick" is vividly embodied at this moment.
Mo Lin was physically weakened by the Possession Seal, and immediately someone came to stir up trouble.
Such coincidence, isn't it?
About thirty people stood right in front, all clad in traditional blue Daoist robes.
One glance and you could tell they were Daoists.
Leading the group was a middle-aged man, whose brows and eyes were as clear and straight as he walked at the forefront, full of vigor.
Upon seeing him, everyone instinctively felt he was the leader there.
"I am from Jingming Dao, a tenth-generation disciple, Guo Feng."
Guo Feng voluntarily revealed his name.
Mo Lin had visited Jingming Daoism and even caused some trouble there.
The fact that he brought thirty or so people suggested he had some status among the tenth-generation disciples.
"What do you want?" Mo Lin asked Guo Feng coldly.
Squinting, Guo Feng stepped forward, "Brother Mo Lin, I came to discuss something with you."
