Mo Lin followed the shadow to the end.
In front of him was a circular platform.
A middle-aged man, his hands and feet bound in chains, was trapped in the center of this circular platform.
"This is the person you're looking for." The shadow said slowly to Mo Lin.
The middle-aged man looked at Mo Lin, his tone icy, "Another one of those dogs they sent?
You're really something, actually collaborating with ghosts."
"Senior, may I ask who you are?" Mo Lin respectfully inquired of the middle-aged man.
"Who I am is none of your damn business."
The middle-aged man disdainfully rebuked Mo Lin: "Who sent you?
Is it the captain of the Ghost-Controlling Dao Lineage? Or the captain of the Red Dust Immortal Lineage?"
"Senior, you misunderstand, no one sent me." Mo Lin explained to the middle-aged man.
"Bullshit!" The middle-aged man couldn't hear a word Mo Lin said.
Except for people related to those two, who else can come here?
"My name is Mo Lin."
