"Old Hai, what did you need me for?"
Xiao Fan knew Hai Bodong would not have come looking for him without reason.
"Ah, it's those old geezers from the royal family and the other clans. They insist on seeing you."
Hai Bodong helplessly explained the situation to Xiao Fan. After all, the successive waves of soul pressure had left many experts in the Imperial Capital unable to sit still.
Because Xiao Fan had been helping Qing Lin break through her seal, all of his soul power had been focused on it, so he had naturally failed to notice the arrival of those figures from the Imperial Capital.
However, in merely a moment, Xiao Fan identified the visitors through his soul perception.
The old fellows from the royal family and the Alchemist Guild—he could count them as old acquaintances.
"Old Hai, I'll head over in a while," Xiao Fan replied. Since they wanted a meeting, he had no choice but to fleece them for something.
"Grandpa Hai!"
Qing Lin ran out joyfully and handed over a snow-white silk handkerchief.
Hai Bodong was utterly stunned. For a moment, he did not know what to say. He looked at Xiao Fan beside him, and Xiao Fan nodded at him.
With tears and snot streaming down his face, Hai Bodong took the handkerchief Qing Lin offered him and asked excitedly, "Qing Lin, you can see now?"
"Mm, it's all thanks to Brother."
Qing Lin still wore a brilliant smile.
Seeing Qing Lin, whom he regarded as his own granddaughter, regain her sight, Hai Bodong suddenly felt that the royal family and the Alchemist Guild were no big deal at all.
Hai Bodong crouched down so Qing Lin could see him more clearly.
Wearing what he believed was a kindly smile, Hai Bodong asked Qing