Lin Feng decisively got off the car, empty-handed, walking towards the old Taoist, stopping when he was only five meters away.
It was a rather secluded road; on a winter night, the cold wind howled. On the wide road, there were hardly any cars. Lin Feng also noticed that the few cars that had tracked him or blocked his way earlier did not have anyone getting off them. He wasn't sure if this was because of their confidence in the old Taoist ahead or if their only duty was to block Lin Feng's car for the old Taoist.
"No need to look; they are not my subordinates. They won't wake up until tomorrow, this evening..." The old Taoist's voice carried a timeless, ancient feel, as if he was not from the modern world.
Lin Feng froze for a moment, understanding the implication of the old Taoist's words. The people in the cars had been controlled into coming here without their knowledge... This was too terrifying!
