Late at night, Lin Bai walked out of the Zhao Family, strolling through Black Water City.
At this moment, Lin Bai looked up at the night sky, then at the city within Black Water City.
Behind him, Lin Ye followed quietly. When Lin Bai stopped, he stopped as well.
Lin Bai said, "Lin Ye, haven't you felt the wind in Black Water City changing..."
Lin Ye seemed not to understand Lin Bai's words, looking around bewildered, his face showing confusion.
Lin Bai chuckled lightly, "The wind in Black Water City carries a pungent smell of blood, a storm of blood and rain is about to come!"
"However, I'm just a passerby in Black Water City; this storm of blood and rain has nothing to do with me, and I don't intend to get involved in it!"
"I've made up my mind; if none of the Eight Great Clans can give me the Houtu Divine Thunder Art, then I will not concern myself with this storm of blood and rain!"
Lin Bai said resolutely.
