Lu Chaohuan said slowly, enunciating each word, "What do you think Zhao Lin's chances are against Basang, Bolta, Mai Kun, and Li Taiqing?"
Without a moment's hesitation, Yang Lin threw up his hands and said bluntly, "I honestly don't know."
Lu Chaohuan was astonished. "Brother Yang, you're the head of the inner court. How could you not know? Or are you worried I'll leak information..."
Yang Lin quickly shook his head and said earnestly, "Junior Brother Lu, to be honest with you, I truly can't say for sure."
"The last time, the Flame Sect sent five Blood Realm masters to assassinate Zhao Lin. They cornered him in an outpost. If you ask me, under those circumstances, he should have been a dead man, no question!"
"But what happened? He killed all five of them—Blood Realm masters in their prime!"
Lu Chaohuan's expression shifted. "I also find it unbelievable," he murmured.
