Holy Master Lin's Chicken Soup for the Soul

"You young people were full of vigor and vitality, in the prime of your lives, like the sun at eight or nine in the morning."

Lin Xian patted Ye Fan on the shoulder, gazed at the rising sun, and said earnestly, "The world belongs to you, and it belongs to us as well. But in the end, it belongs to you."

"Hope rests on your shoulders."

"For the future of the Heavenly Jade Sacred Land, protect the glory of the Big Dipper Imperial Star!"

"Strive, young man!"

Ye Fan had drunk a bowl of chicken soup and was currently filled with surging Sacred Blood and blazing passion. But when he looked at Lin Xian's youthful face, which appeared to belong to someone only fifteen or sixteen years old and was merely a little older than him,

Ye Fan hesitated for a moment before advising him, "Master Lin, you can work hard too. Why not strive together with me?"

"Alas, how can I, a mere Mortal Body, compare with a Sacred Body?"

Lin Xian let out a long sigh and gazed up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle. His eyes were filled with melancholy as he said, "You young people can handle all that fighting and killing. As an old man guarding the rear, I am already perfectly content."

Ye Fan wanted to speak but hesitated. He really wanted to say, Master Lin, you aren't actually old.

After eating Sacred Fruits and bathing in the Divine Spring, Lin Xian was full of vigor and vitality, overflowing with divinity. There were even people who would believe it if he claimed to be Ye Fan's older brother.

It was just that Lin Xian always spoke in the manner of an old man, and he had also bestowed teachings upon Ye Fan. Ye