Returning Burial Forest, midnight.
Gu Jianlin leaned against an ancient tree on night watch, toying with the Desert Eagle in his hand.
He was certain that there was a traitor in the team, and they would strike again in a short time. Thus, he decided to act as though he knew nothing, deliberately baiting them to reveal themselves.
This place was the Ancient God Realm, different from the real world; here, he could display his power more freely.
The reason for staying on watch was to show a semblance of vigilance.
After all, everyone here was an elite. Too much complacency could only raise suspicion.
Yet less than half an hour had passed when Tang Ling wriggled out from her solitary tent.
Those starkly black-and-white eyes stared directly at him.
"What's up?"
"Can't sleep."
"Because you're nervous?"
"No, I want to take a bath."
"Mm… and what's that got to do with me?"
"Don't you have the Lock of Nonexistence? Lend me a hand."
