Lin Jianhong and Song Tianyang were already locked in a bloody, inseparable battle. Meanwhile, the Monk and Daoist, who had long since taken advantage of the chaos to escape, had arrived on a Black-striped Tiger at a location two hundred li from Divine Celestial City, where Xi Zijin and Little Ape were already waiting.
Back in Divine Celestial City, Lin Yun sat alone and relaxed on a bamboo chair in the courtyard. Just then, Qing Zhu strode in, followed closely by Wei Yunhang.
Seeing Lin Yun's relaxed demeanor, Qing Zhu asked, "Lin Yun, where did Lin Jianhong and Song Tianyang go?"
"Miss Qing Zhu, they are your subordinates. If they've gone missing, why would you ask me?" Lin Yun replied casually with a slight smile.
The moment she heard the news, Qing Zhu's first reaction was that Lin Yun was behind it. He had been too quiet these past few days—so quiet that she had hardly even noticed him.
