After a few clashes, Lin Xuan and the others gradually became acquainted with this unconventional Young Master Yi Lan.
In truth, the fellow was only flamboyant on the surface, with a bit of a glib tongue and a mouth that cut people down. As a person, he was still rather decent.
Especially when it came to strength. Since he could beat Jin Yi until he was looking for his teeth all over the floor, against those of the same rank, he could practically kill them in an instant.
The three before him, plus Young Master Yi Lan, were the cultivators Lin Xuan had been closest to over the past century.
He had not expected them all to gather here. As for the purpose behind Zen Master Jinhong's invitation this time, Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and gradually became interested.
They did not wait long. After only the time it took to drink a cup of tea, a young master in brocade clothes and a white robe was led into the Buddhist hall by the young novice monk.
"Oh, Brother Lin and Brother Jin are here as well. After so many years apart, how have you two grown even uglier?"
Xianmu Yi Lan lightly waved his folding fan, appearing graceful and elegant. Yet the words with which he greeted them truly left one speechless.
Lin Xuan smiled and did not take it seriously. The other party had this sort of temperament; once one was used to hearing it, there was actually no real malice in it.
Jin Yi, however, did not have such a good temper. A layer of black qi flashed across his face. "Xianmu, you bastard, is your hide itching again? How about..."
Yet this Young Master Yi Lan had merely greeted them out of habit and had