"What is your name?"
"In answer to Senior, my name is Zhao Wanyi."
"Come with me."
Ye Lin glanced at Zhao Wanyi, then turned and walked away.
From this moment on, Zhao Wanyi's life and death were completely in his hands.
This time, he would take her back and give her to his elder brother as a wife.
After all, his brother was already so old, yet had neither a Dao companion nor any children. He looked rather pitiful.
"Fellow Daoist, this girl's bloodline is anything but ordinary."
Outside, Su Tao folded his arms and looked at Zhao Wanyi behind Ye Lin, unable to help clicking his tongue.
In his eyes, Zhao Wanyi's bloodline was extraordinary.
It was possible that she truly possessed a Saint's bloodline.
And what did a Saint's bloodline signify?
It meant that the person before them was a Saint's descendant.
A Saint—one of those lofty, exalted Saints.
In this remote backwater tucked away in the middle of nowhere, they had actually encountered a Saint's descendant?
No...
Suddenly, Su Tao frowned and looked up at Ye Lin.
"Fellow Daoist, could it be that the clan of the elder brother you mentioned once produced a Saint?"
Su Tao asked.
Zhao Wanyi possessed a Saint's bloodline, and her race was one he had never seen before.
That was enough to confirm that her clan had once produced a Saint.
"That's right. And not just one."
Ye Lin nodded and answered.
"Hiss..."
Hearing that answer, Su Tao drew a sharp breath.
They had produced Saints—and more than one at that?
Just what kind of clan was this?
This background was towering beyond the heavens.
No wonder he wanted his daughter to build a good relationship with this girl. If this girl truly returned to her ancestral roots someday, then he