Watching Li Miaoyin's retreating figure, Ye Lin's eyes flickered.
"Senior Sister, oh, Senior Sister. Your tribulation may have already arrived, but don't blame me. They offered too high a price."
Ye Lin murmured to himself.
Li Miaoyin and Li Miaoling hadn't seen each other in over twenty years, and their relationship was only one of blood, with no emotional bond between them.
According to Li Miaoyin, she had been taken away by a powerful cultivator from the Yin Yang Demon Sect as soon as she was born. She had no emotional bond at all with Li Miaoling.
By rights, after more than twenty years, Li Miaoyin's impression of Li Miaoling should have faded long ago—faded as much as it possibly could.
Even an ordinary person couldn't care this much.
For example, suppose both your parents died when you were born, but you had a twin brother. You were adopted right after birth.
Then, twenty years later, you suddenly heard that your brother was still alive, and someone knew where he was. They demanded the millions in assets belonging to your adoptive parents in exchange for his location.
And without hesitation, you traded away the millions belonging to the adoptive parents who had worked so hard to raise you, just to find your brother—a man you hadn't seen in over twenty years and had no emotional bond with.
That was simply impossible.
So Li Miaoyin's urgency had to have some purpose behind it. Whatever that purpose was, it wasn't Ye Lin's concern.
In any case, he had already achieved his own goal.
Meanwhile, Li Miaoyin was hurrying along, a smile of hidden meaning appearing on her face.
"Li Miaoling, oh, Li Miaoling. I thought you were already dead. I never imagined you were still alive. Heaven really is helping me."
"Master