After Feng Huai went to sleep, a female cultivator in the team quietly got up and walked over to Lin Xin's side.
"Brother Lin."
Lin Xin turned his head to glance at her.
"What is it?"
The female cultivator gave a bitter smile, revealing a terrible gash on the right side of her comely face. Clearly a wound from an earlier battle, in this place devoid of spell methods, where even their potions had run out, she was left in such a sorry state.
"I know it's presumptuous to ask, but there's something I'd like to request of you, brother."
The female cultivator lifted a letter she was holding in her hand.
"If I die during this mission, could you please help pass a message to my family... I wonder."
Lin Xin looked at the Third Rank female cultivator, his expression unchanged. After a moment, he spoke softly.
"Wouldn't it be better for you to return and deliver the message yourself?"
