If they had cultivation, Tian Lin and Master Listening Rain naturally wouldn't be afraid.
But precisely because they lacked cultivation, those pots, pans, and dishes that were usually thrown into the Storage Bag, or casually picked up, now seemed heavy on their shoulders.
Tian Lin was better off, after all, he appeared a bit younger.
But Master Listening Rain was different; his eyes were already blind. He held a tree stick as a blind cane, relying on it or Tian Lin's guidance to move forward.
On top of that, Tian Lin had been given a task by their superior: to ensure the old man didn't die.
The two of them were paired companions, and if one died, the other would be buried along—this was the rule of this Huahua Lang team, intended to have people support each other.
Tian Lin had no intention of killing Master Listening Rain at the moment. After all, in this cannibalistic team, Master Listening Rain seemed harmless and familiar.
