"Hehe, take him back."
One of the five, seeing his companion knock Lin Dong to the ground with a Wolf Fang Club, chuckled.
The one wielding the Wolf Fang Club nodded slightly, then grabbed Lin Dong by the back of the neck like a chicken, lifting him up.
Lin Dong, after receiving such a blow, had his neat hair turned messy, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
"Hold on."
Suddenly, another person among the five spoke.
"Search this guy. See if he has any Enchanting Immortal Pills and let's have some fun first."
Saying this, he stepped forward and took Lin Dong's Storage Bag, searching through it.
After a while, he frowned.
"This guy really hasn't been doing Alchemy lately!"
The person widened his eyes, and suddenly an idea came to mind.
He said to the cultivator holding Lin Dong, "Put him down first, let him make a few Enchanting Immortal Pills for us right here!"
"That's right!" The one holding Lin Dong agreed, then put Lin Dong down.
