"Mr. Fan has gone to find Mr. Cao. We were attacked on our way here just now."
Lu Lin said calmly.
"Attacked? Attacked again?"
"This Brother Xue really doesn't even spare the inner sect disciples."
"No way, inner sect disciples get attacked, which one isn't seriously injured, how come Lu Lin seems perfectly fine."
"Exactly, look, his clothes are perfectly neat, not even a trace of blood."
"You all think this guy isn't really a spy, do you?"
Hearing someone say this, Sun Xiaorong, standing next to Mo Jianwu, showed a smug smile.
Look, I said it, this guy doesn't look like a good person at all.
Spy, definitely a spy.
"Everyone, quiet."
Mo Jianwu shouted, and the surroundings immediately quieted down.
"Lu Lin, right? Where did you encounter the attack?
"And..."
Mo Jianwu's eyes examined Lu Lin up and down. Indeed, as everyone said, Lu Lin was wearing a well-fitting outer sect disciple's outfit without bloodstains or battle injuries, not even extra creases on the clothes.
