At the junction between the inner and outer city was a lake covered by a thick mist.

“C-c-cold!” Lin Yun shivered from the cold and jumped off the Dragon Blooded Horse. Carrying a sword box on his back, Lin Yun came to the lake and yelled, “Lord Thirteen, I’ve come as scheduled!”

His voice oscillated in the mist and reverberated. Suddenly a boat appeared out of nowhere. Lin Yun wasn’t surprised by it because he and Li Wuyou were both sent out the same way ...