Later that night, once the store closed and the evaluation for the day arrived, Lin Mo turned and headed for the Portal Room.
He stopped by the inventory first, grabbing a few more crates of supplies and, after a moment of consideration, brought a few more crates of the [Legionary Set].
"If they did what I asked them to do, there's no reason not to reward them. Let's see how the martial artists handle a bit of firepower," He muttered.
He stepped into the Portal Room and activated the rift.
Once again, he didn't use a projection. He stepped through physically as his body washed through the dimensional membrane.
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Sleeping Dragon City, Martial World
The sensation of displacement faded, replaced by the dry, dusty air of the Fractured Plane. Lin Mo opened his eyes and found himself standing in the private room of the Pavilion of Drifting Clouds, exactly where he had left.
However, the atmosphere outside was different.
