In the end, Jiang Lin still closed the Sword Box and took Jiang Yuni's Natal Flying Sword.
The moment Jiang Lin accepted it, he could even feel Yuni, standing not far away, let out a soft little hum...
"Four Seas Linqing Sect—Spiritual Mountain Yam."
Another announcement of gifts echoed through the courtyard.
When they heard the words "Linqing Sect," everyone froze for a moment.
Linqing Sect?
What sect was that?
Had they ever heard of such a sect?
From the Four Seas?
Only Jiang Lin's palms had already broken out in a cold sweat, his thoughts drifting uncontrollably.
It had been nearly ten years ago, back when he was still an undercover agent in the Dragon Gate Sect. He and his senior sister had gone out on an adventure together, and she had been injured.
At the time, he had carried his senior sister into a cave. In her extreme weakness, she leaned against him.
"Little Lin, if—if we get married someday, what should we name our son?" Every time his senior sister spoke, her chest heaved violently as she gasped for breath.
"Senior Sister, don't raise a death flag."
"No, Little Lin. If it's a boy, let's call him Linqing, all right..."
"All right... But what if it's a girl?"
"If it's a girl, let's call her Qinglin, all right?"
"..."
"What's wrong, Little Lin? Does it not sound nice?"
"It sounds nice. Both names sound nice. Senior Sister, as long as you don't close your eyes, anything is fine. Senior Sister, don't sleep! Senior Sister!"
Shuddering, Jiang Lin snapped back to reality. He looked at the gift box on the table and the three words "Linqing Sect" written on it.
So... Senior Sister had wanted to have a boy...
Get a grip! What the hell... At a time