Lin Wunian raised her head, and rainwater poured into her eyes. She couldn't see clearly the appearance of the person coming. She only felt that the group of people were surrounded by white light. Looking hard, it turned out that the rainwater was blocked three feet away from them, and the white light was just water spray.
"Is this the leader's daughter?" There was disgust in the voice.
"The bones are peculiar, he is indeed the Tangxi clan." The man's voice was calm.
"Come home with us."
"Home? Do I still have a home?" Lin Wunian's consciousness gradually blurred, but the hand holding the jar did not relax at all.
Intention: Life sprouts from dust and eventually becomes a towering tree.