The night was dark, and the streets were silent.
So silent it was unsettling.
"Since Mr. Lu sent you, you must already know the root cause of this matter?"
Thirteenth Young Master said this with a sigh.
His words had an element of probing.
Lin Yan understood immediately and slowly said, "Yin Thunder struck in the Holy Land, ancient arrows hit the Saint Master, leading to the dire situation of the Holy Land today..."
Upon hearing this, the Thirteenth Young Master finally exhaled and said, "The pen harbored only a strand of mana, so weak it was imperceptible, and thus destined to write limited content."
Lin Yan, with a slightly focused look, said, "According to what you're saying, the current situation of the Holy Land seems even worse than what the pen had written?"
"The situation in the Holy Land is indeed precarious."