Wang Lin’s face was calm, but his mind was on alert. If you ask him who would be the most suspicious in the sect, then it would be Sun Dazhu. So, he shook his head and said, “Whatever, I won’t be here for a few days. I’m planning to go to the back mountains to continue to train in isolation.”
Sun Dazhu opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, and Wang Lin saw that and hurriedly walked towards his room. Sun Dazhu’s gaze flickered, and after looking at the teacup in hands, a cold shine appeared in his eyes.
Wang Lin suddenly looked back, and on his face, he revealed an expression that seemed to be smiling yet was not. He looked deeply at Sun Dazhu with meaning.
Sun Dazhu’s face was frozen, then he forcefully smiled and said, “My good disciple, what’s the problem?”
Wang Lin showed teasing eyes, walked forward a few steps, and said, “Master, you seem nervous.”