Looking at Lin Xian before him, Ye Lin finally closed his eyes. Lin Xian opposite him shared Ye Lin's thoughts, and he clearly knew what Ye Lin intended to do.
Lin Xian closed his eyes as well.
Ye Lin slowly raised his right hand, pressing two fingers together into a sword gesture.
"Sever."
With a wave of Ye Lin's hand, golden rays spilled forth within his mind, from inside his Primordial Spirit. Ye Lin's benevolent thoughts were being stripped away bit by bit.
As those benevolent thoughts were peeled away, the indescribable light in Ye Lin's eyes slowly faded from view.
As time passed, the golden rays eventually gathered into a ball of light. Ye Lin took the light sphere out of his sea of Primordial Spirit and merged it into Lin Xian's Primordial Spirit before him.
A measure of divinity also vanished from the surface of his own Primordial Spirit.
Having finished everything, Ye Lin slowly opened his eyes, an inscrutable ripple flashing through them.
"Fellow Daoist."
Having merged with Ye Lin's benevolent thoughts, Lin Xian smiled faintly at Ye Lin. Then his body transformed into a streak of light and entered Ye Lin's body.
"My benevolent thoughts are gone? Why does it seem like nothing has changed?"
Ye Lin examined himself and found that nothing had changed.
"Ye Lin, your seclusion is over, right? Come on, go to the Qin Family with me and see how I deal with that bastard Qin An."
At that moment, Lu Changfeng's impatient voice sounded from beyond the door.
Though this seclusion had seemed short, an entire day had actually passed.
Hearing this, Ye Lin could only rise, brush off his robes, and step forward to open the door.
"You only went into seclusion for three days. Why do I feel like