Lin He followed the streak of azure light for a while and soon caught sight of an elderly scholar with a lean face, white brows, and yellow robes.
The elderly scholar held one hand behind his back and a worn scroll of bamboo slips in the other, reading with such relish that he looked rather like a bookworm.
As Lin He flew over, the old man looked at him with admiration in his eyes. "Not bad, not bad. To reach the core formation middle stage at such a young age-you have remarkable aptitude."
Lin He studied him, a faint suspicion forming in his mind, but outwardly he offered his thanks. "Thank you for lending a hand, Senior. Otherwise, that scoundrel Extreme Yin might have escaped."
"Extreme Yin?" The elderly scholar snorted. "The things Extreme Yin Island has done are truly ruthless. To think he refined his own disciple into a puppet! I couldn't bear to watch, so I lent a hand."
"Whatever the case, I must thank you for your help this time, Senior. I will remember this favor."
At Lin He's words, the elderly scholar smiled. "You know to repay kindness, young friend. You seem a decent fellow. By the way, do you know my name?"
"No. May I ask who you are, Senior-"
"I am Qing Yi, known as Layman Qing Yi."
As Qing Yi spoke, he released a powerful surge of early Nascent Soul magic power. Lin He's suspicion was confirmed, but he put on a surprised expression. "So you are Senior Qing. I have long admired your reputation."
Qing Yi looked pleased and chuckled. "Nothing but an empty reputation. By the way, I have yet to ask your name, young friend, or which sect you belong to."
"Well-"
Qing Yi glanced toward the small island they