My Goal Is...
When Lin Yi arrived at the Eternal Sect, he immediately caused quite a stir, because he was actually the Sect Master's disciple!
"Strange! How strange!"
Su Xiaomo squatted at the Canteen entrance with a bowl of fried rice in his hands.
Being accepted as the Sect Master's disciple, he ought to have something extraordinary about him.
Indeed.
There were countless Martial Artists on the Lingyuan Continent, yet Lin Yi alone had caught his eye. His talent naturally needed no questioning.
"Qingyang."
Jun Changxiao said, "Arrange a room for him."
"Yes!"
Li Qingyang led Lin Yi to his quarters.
Along the way, Li Qingyang examined him with his Spiritual Sense and discovered that although Lin Yi carried no Martial Dao aura, a peculiar glint shone in his eyes, clearly setting him apart from ordinary people of the Lower Realm. He secretly thought, This person should be no simple man.
Because he bore the title of "the Sect Master's disciple," Lin Yi, despite having just entered the sect, was assigned an Independent Courtyard and even had his own cultivation room.
"Junior Brother."
Li Qingyang placed an introductory handbook and a neat School Uniform on the table, then said, "Get accustomed to things for two days first. Then you can begin formally cultivating Martial Dao."
"Thank you, Senior Brother."
Lin Yi behaved very politely.
However, after Li Qingyang left, confusion filled his eyes.
Why was Father still alive?
He did not know that his father had faked his death to ignite his fighting spirit, and then... there was no then, because Jun Changxiao had forcibly interrupted it. Everything that had been carefully laid out was completely changed.
After bringing Lin Yi back to the sect, Jun Changxiao did not rush to leave. He instructed Old Man Wei and the