Lin Chen was sitting in the hall, casually chatting with Bai Zhu, cracking jokes that spanned different times and spaces, making Bai Zhu laugh continuously.
Although he was jovial and witty in his conversation with Bai Zhu, Lin Chen's heart was somewhat tense, like a prisoner waiting for his sentence.
Suddenly, the Palace Lord left without explanation, undoubtedly to meet with the Great Wilderness Saint to consult on how to deal with him.
What would the Great Wilderness Saint do?
Lin Chen had no confidence, as he was in the Great Wilderness Palace, akin to meat on a chopping block, powerless to resist.
During Lin Chen's anxious wait, the Palace Lord returned.
Her face was obscured by a mask, vague and indistinct, and Lin Chen couldn't see clearly, but the absence of the Great Wilderness Saint gave him a sigh of relief.
It seemed things weren't too bad.
The Palace Lord walked straight to Lin Chen and whispered, "Don't move!"
