The black mist dissipated. Zhao Lin dragged Song the Third into the cave, not forgetting to bring the three storage bags along.
He threw Song the Third onto the ground and cast a Lighting Skill.
Several streams of Spiritual Light rose, illuminating the inside of the cave.
The Lighting Skill was an unranked technique without levels like novice, proficient, or minor achievement. The more Spiritual Power was injected, the brighter it became, and vice versa.
Zhao Lin sized up the interior. The passage was less than seven feet wide, a bit taller than a man, and stretched deep inside. It was more of a cavern than a simple cave.
"Stop pretending. Get up."
Zhao Lin, having confirmed there was no one else in the cave, spoke to Song the Third on the ground.
Song the Third's eyes were shut tight, and he didn't move a muscle.
"Dead?"
Zhao Lin walked over, brandishing his iron ruler, and muttered to himself, "Ah well, I'll just take his head and collect the reward…"
"Stop!"
