Though this wooden gate was protected by formation restrictions, it could not avoid letting out a creak.
Amina, dressed in a long gown that faded from green to white, appeared before Yin Lin and the old man behind him.
Amina dipped slightly and said softly, "Please come in, gentlemen."
"Oh?"
Yin Lin looked Amina up and down several times, his eyes full of admiration.
He laughed. "So I worried for nothing? Fellow Daoist Wang Zheng, you've hidden such a beauty away in a golden house. This poor Daoist truly envies you!"
Wang Jixuan, who was getting up from beside the bed, could not help but laugh as well.
He cupped his hands in salute and said seriously, "Hall Master, please come in. She is my confidante, as well as a Spiritual Practitioner who followed me here."
"So you're the user of this core circuit?"
As soon as Yin Lin said this, the old man following behind him finally gave Amina a proper look.
This old man was probably no ordinary figure.
Wang Jixuan merely glanced at him and felt as though there were a Black Hole around the man. Not only spiritual awareness, but even Divine Sense would be swallowed whole. Even one's gaze seemed capable of being devoured in a single bite.
What level of cultivation was this?
Yet the man revealed not the slightest pressure. He gave off a fair and peaceful air, while his expression was rather cold. There was no emotion on his wrinkled old face.
He did not let joy or anger show on his face.
They were living under someone else's roof now, so Wang Jixuan did not dare be careless. He cupped his hands toward the old man as well.
"This junior, Wang Zheng, greets Senior."
"Mm." The old man pushed Yin Lin's