57 Gains

Under the moonlight, Lin Yan crawled out of a cave in a dilapidated temple.

Outside the temple, a group of weak and whimpering beggars were already waiting here.

When they heard the commotion, they all staggered over. "Please! Please!"

Lin Yan frowned. He took out a handful of copper coins and threw them to the side. The beggars immediately surrounded him, and Lin Yan took the opportunity to leave quickly.

After finding a secluded place where no one was around, he burned his mask and robe and washed away the scattered bloodstains. The sky had already turned bright.

Lin Yan quickly returned. Perhaps it was because he had just killed someone and his murderous aura was still present, so no ignorant people came to find trouble. Lin Yan heaved a long sigh of relief when he returned to Dragon Gate Pavilion.

He was about to enter the pavilion.