The Source

Watching Li Miaoyin's retreating figure, Ye Lin's eyes flickered.

Senior Sister, oh Senior Sister, your great tribulation may have already arrived, but don't blame me. After all, the price they offered was simply too high.

Ye Lin muttered to himself.

Li Miaoyin and Li Miaoling had not seen each other for over twenty years, and beyond their blood relation, there was no foundation of affection between them.

According to Li Miaoyin, she had been taken away by a powerful figure from the Yin Yang Demon Sect immediately after birth, leaving her with absolutely no emotional connection to Li Miaoling.

Logically speaking, after more than twenty years, Li Miaoyin's impression of Li Miaoling should have faded to the point of near-oblivion.

Even for an ordinary mortal, it would be impossible to care so deeply.

For example, imagine you were orphaned at birth, but you had a twin brother who was adopted by someone else the moment you were born.

Twenty-some years later, you suddenly hear that your brother is still alive, and someone who knows his location demands that you trade the ten million in assets belonging to the foster parents who raised you to find out where he is.

To then unhesitatingly hand over the assets of the foster parents who worked hard to raise you just to find the location of a brother you haven't seen in twenty years and have no emotional bond with?

That is simply impossible.

Therefore, the reason Li Miaoyin was so desperate must have had an ulterior motive, and as for what that motive was, it was not something Ye Lin needed to worry about.

In any case, his own goal had already been achieved.

On the other side, Li Miaoyin was traveling rapidly, a thought-provoking smile appearing on her face.

"Li Miaoling, oh