The wind stilled, and the sword light faded.
Sidao Wang and Pang Yuanzhen's gaze fell on Lin Chen, their eyes exhibiting a slight surprise.
Given their strength, they could roughly gauge Lin Chen's power with a single glance—he was newly ascended to Da Luo, a level they could instantly annihilate with a single look.
They didn't mind stopping to see what Lin Chen intended to do.
Zhen Liuxue was on the brink of death and lacked any power to counterattack, so they weren't worried about any unexpected developments.
Zhen Liuxue sat slumped in a deep pit, covered in blood, looking at Lin Chen, who had suddenly appeared, with a complex expression in her eyes.
Lin Chen also didn't know when the Saint of Thieves would act, his only choice was to delay time as much as possible.
"I have seen the two seniors."
Sidao Wang sized up Lin Chen, "You're Master Floating Cloud's disciple, aren't you?"
