Chen Lin knew the Guardian was beyond his ability to contend with; the man could crush him with a single thought.
Moreover, the Guardian had recovered considerably. He no longer looked as gaunt and feeble as he had at the Gourmet Festival, but had taken on the appearance of a lively little boy.
Still, Chen Lin could not simply sit and await death. He prepared himself to respond.
To Chen Lin's relief, the Guardian did not attack. Instead, he gestured for him to take a seat.
"Sit. If you have the Little Princess's token, you're no outsider."
Hearing this, Chen Lin paused briefly before understanding dawned on him.
So the Guardian had been staring at him because he had noticed Niuniu's Talisman!
"Thank you, my lord!"
After a moment's thought, Chen Lin took a seat.
He could not afford to act too stiffly now, lest the Guardian grow suspicious about where he had obtained the Talisman. At present, he had no way to contact Niuniu.
"The Little Princess used to love watching somersaults. It's been so long since I last saw her. I wonder how she's doing?"
The Guardian seemed to be talking to himself, yet also seemed to be asking a question. Chen Lin did not know whether he should respond.
Before he had a chance to react, however, the Guardian sighed again. "Probably not very well. It would be fortunate enough if she's still alive."
Then he looked at Chen Lin. "I didn't summon you here because of the Little Princess. I wanted to ask where you obtained this porridge."
Chen Lin froze for a moment. The abrupt change of subject left him somewhat bewildered.
The aura surrounding the Guardian immediately turned dangerous.
He said coldly, "The Little Princess is the Little Princess, and you are you. Don't