"Holy Son..."
After Lin Hao finished refining Liu Qingqing's pills and skimmed off a portion for himself, he also heard Jiang Suxin's report when she came over.
As the Saintess of the Sunu Sect, Jiang Suxin had presented a rather cool, aloof demeanor when Lin Hao first met her. Even when she invited him, she had seemed quite composed.
But after he helped the Sunu Sect refine several batches of pills and she aided his cultivation with her primordial yin, her brows had relaxed slightly, revealing an innate allure.
Moreover, Jiang Suxin had a clear understanding of her position. She never acted as though she intended to place herself above Shen Tong and Huanxin, and remained very respectful toward Lin Hao in everyday life.
Only when Lin Hao needed to cultivate did she display a completely different attitude.
"Yes. We don't know when they left, either. And it's actually rather surprising that Long Dingtian would dare come here at a time like this and formally request an audience..."
Jiang Suxin spoke softly.
"Oh? You used to belong to the Holy Son Lineage. Isn't it normal for him to covet your primordial yin...?"
When Lin Hao heard about the Hehuan Sect Saint Son, his first instinct was that the man might have come with hostile intentions.
After all, he had already plucked the tonics that originally belonged to him.
But Jiang Suxin shook her head at Lin Hao's words. "Things are different now. It's hard to say whether Long Dingtian even carries his 'bleep, bleep' on him anymore. Before he achieves a body without leakage, the art he cultivates makes him a great tonic for the other disciples of the Hehuan Sect as well..."
Hearing Jiang Suxin calmly utter those two words, along with the substance of what she said, Lin