Xin Lin and the little prince Tuyuan went to visit the holy master.
When Sikong Ran saw several people, he looked at Xin Lin deeply.
“You will see the saint later, and I will apologize first. You did it too much last night. Luo Yan was almost killed by you.”
Xin Lin did not comment. Sikong Ran didn’t know if she understood it or not, so he could only bring a few people in.
When Xin Lin and others entered, Luo Yan was already with the holy master. “Dad, it’s her. Last night, she used Yin-Yang Qi Stone to plot against me, and her daughter was almost killed.”
Luo Yan pointed at Xin Lin.
A look fell on Xin Lin.
Xin Lin met the saint master last night, but in just a short moment, he still didn’t see the man clearly.
This time, it was the first time that I met this famous saint master in the East Continent.
The man has gray hair, tall and thin body, and is very handsome.
If it weren’t for looking at his hair and his wise and cold eyes, others would probably only regard him as Luo Yan’s brother, not his father.
Xin Lin’s skull hurt again.
She subconsciously tightened her palms.
The saint’s eyes were calm and he was not angry about the words of falling geese.
He looked at Xin Lin, and when he saw Xin Lin’s age and appearance from others, a strange color flashed through his eyes.
The little girl in front of her has a pair of smart and beautiful eyes. Her face is delicate and she is very calm when facing herself.
She did not take the initiative to salute, but just kept a distance from herself.
Xin Lin.
She is Xin Lin.
In Long Qingxuan’s letter earlier, Xin Lin, who made Feng Xi look at him with admiration.
The saint master began to think.
The Xin Lin in front of him was very different from the Xin Lin he imagined.
However… a figure flashed through the saint’s mind.