"The fairy praises me too much. Lin was merely rather impatient. I truly have no decent defensive magic artifact on me, which is why I was in such a hurry to get the Black Gold Dragon Scale Shield back." Lin Xuan took a sip of clear tea. His words were half true and half false.
Dongfang Mingyu could not help muttering inwardly. She prided herself on having a good eye for people, yet this Senior Lin seemed shrouded in a layer of mist, leaving her unable to see through him in the slightest.
She and Aunt Xiu had even analyzed him before; this person might not even be a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator.
Of course, it was only conjecture. After all, they had not interacted much, and she did not dare be certain that he had definitely hidden his cultivation.
But even if he had, so what?
Even if the other party was an old ancestor of the Lihe Realm, to her royal father, it made not the slightest difference and could not affect this grand plan at all. There was no meaning in pursuing it further.
Moreover, Dongfang Mingyu was not a heartless woman. She was still very grateful in her heart for Lin Xuan's aid. At the time, Aunt Xiu had not been by her side, and faced with the idiot young master of Ten Thousand Beasts Island pressing her step by step, it truly had been an extreme headache.
Of course, she would not reveal the slightest of these thoughts. After all, she was of the Sea Race; simply put, each served their own master.
"Senior is joking. Mingyu has yet to thank you for helping me out last time. In the cultivation world, fellow Daoists like you, who hoe down the strong and support the weak,