"It all makes sense now. No wonder, then. Still, being able to make Lu Daoist's acquaintance is ultimately a heaven-sent blessing for Princess Fengyang. As for the Seventh Prince, sending the people below would inevitably involve a long, tiring journey, so I'll make the trip myself." Yuan Jie came over as he spoke. Lu Xiaotian and Chi Lin's conversation had not been deliberately concealed from others, and as a Foundation Establishment cultivator, his hearing was naturally sharp enough to catch every word. Thus, he volunteered readily. Although the destruction caused by the Black Abyss Elephants had resulted in considerable casualties, compared to that, winning over this silver-haired young man was clearly far more important. Yuan Jie had been fretting over how to build a relationship with him. Though running an errand like this was somewhat beneath the dignity of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, Yuan Jie felt there was nothing inappropriate about it in front of this silver-haired young man.
"Then I'll trouble you." Seeing that Chi Lin looked somewhat uneasy, Lu Xiaotian nodded directly in agreement. Then he glanced at Chi Lin again. "There's no need to worry. Your master has his own arrangements."
"Thank you, Master." Chi Lin nodded obediently. Although she was already nearing middle age, the spiritual liquid Lu Xiaotian had used to nourish her back then had some beautifying effects. As a result, Chi Lin did not look particularly old at all.
"Master, what happened to your hair?"
"I suffered some old injuries. They're almost healed now," Lu Xiaotian said. He was also somewhat puzzled inwardly. Back then, he had been injured by Di Kun's ice-blue flames. Not only had both his legs been crippled, but his hair had also turned silver-white. By now, the injuries to his legs had completely healed, yet the color of