[No Fishing: Last time, Big Brother Coiled Dragon said he was coming to Jiangzhou. How many days has it been? I still haven't seen him show up in Jiangzhou. Big Brother Coiled Dragon, don't tell me you chickened out!]
"Not that many. Our lineage only has one, two, three, four, five... I can't count how many masters."
Coiled Dragon scratched his head. Mainly, he could not remember very clearly himself. After all, he had joined only a few decades ago, while his lineage had been passed down for over a century. He could only remember some of the people his master often mentioned.
"We haven't heard anything from Grandmaster's Senior Brother Tinglong in thirty years, so we're worried something happened to him. After all, he was already over a hundred thirty years ago, and his cultivation wasn't particularly high."
Coiled Dragon smiled bitterly. "Now that you've mentioned my Grandmaster's Senior Brother, Master Lin, could you divine whether he's still alive?"
That was because the people in his lineage hardly ever stayed at Mountain Gate.
So his master had specifically assigned him to find their members and bring them back whenever possible while he was out. At least with an expert guarding Mountain Gate, they could slowly strengthen their lineage.
"I'll divine it for you."
Lin Fan narrowed his eyes slightly and began circulating the Heaven-Peering Art. At the same time, he calculated on his fingers, trying to divine information about Tinglong.
He seemed to see a layer of mist. Forcing it aside, he saw someone sitting on a boulder atop a lofty peak, their back to him, seemingly meditating and cultivating.
"Who's there?"
Just then, a thunderous voice rang out.
Lin Fan closed his eyes as a terrifying force descended. Two trails of bloody tears flowed from his eyes.
"Fuck."