Ignoring their angry curses, Lin Yun left the Mysterious City with the five Qin Family guards.
At the gates of the Mysterious City, Lin Yun sat on his horse and said to the five guards, "Watch over them from the shadows. Remember, the Mysterious City is full of powerful experts. The five of you must not stir up trouble, or you will bring a devastating disaster upon the Qin Family."
"Understood, Young Hero Lin." Hearing Lin Yun's admonition, the five men replied in unison. Their cultivation was only at the Ninth Layer of Opening Realm, a level of strength that was a dime a dozen in the Mysterious City. Naturally, they wouldn't dare to be arrogant here.
After bidding farewell to the five men, Lin Yun rode back to the small town alone. He was aware of the recent upheaval in the Mysterious City—the disappearance of the Death Row Shelter. He didn't know whether to be happy or sad about it, nor did he know if Imprisoned Dragon had made it to the Death Row Shelter's headquarters.
