Lin Chujiu no longer replied and slowly walked out the door. At the entrance, he stood still again. Turning around, he still had an ice-cold expression. His tone was also ice-cold," My hidden guards are for you. If you need help, just blow this thing." A pure white item was thrown out.
Wen Zhihuan reached out to take it. It was a small antelope horn that was pure white and translucent, as if it had been carved out of a high-grade goat fat jade. With the light reflected from the window, one could vaguely see a totem with an eagle spreading its wings.
"Someone from the Sky Eagle Society?" Wen Zhihuan muttered to himself, his face changed several times. He subconsciously narrowed his eyes and looked at Lin Chujiu. Xia Feng blew in from the door, lifting up half of his clothes. A "rustle" so
