"Where did you obtain this token of Junior Sister Qin's, fellow Daoist?"
Ji Yueru lifted her lovely head, her face full of astonishment. Under Lin Xuan's repeated insistence, she had finally given up addressing him as Senior, yet her expression remained deeply respectful.
Lin Xuan smiled and was just about to speak when his expression suddenly stirred slightly, and he gazed off into the distance.
Ji Yueru froze, then shifted her gaze over as well.
With a flash of green light, the Scar-faced Man appeared before them. As the head of a clan, he naturally possessed an extraordinary bearing, yet at this moment his face was filled with tension. After all, Lin Xuan was someone who could even slay Lihe Realm cultivators.
He first bowed to Lin Xuan with the utmost respect, then turned his head toward Ji Yueru. "Reporting to Aunt, the Luo Clan's main altar has been taken. The main hall has been cleaned. If the two of you do not mind, would you be willing to sit there for a while?"
"That would be excellent."
Lin Xuan nodded. Naturally, a tiny Ji Clan was not something he placed in his eyes, but Ji Yueru held a high position in Horizon Sea Pavilion. Whether for dealing with the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect or forming an alliance with Baisuan Pavilion, this woman could serve as a bridge between them.
Joy likewise flashed through Ji Yueru's eyes. Lin Xuan's divine abilities were so high they could not be described in words. Befriending him would naturally bring a hundred benefits and not a single harm.
Thus, the scar-faced cultivator led the way, and the three of them flew toward the mountain peak ahead.
After only half the time it took to drink a cup of tea, a stretch of pavilions, terraces,