Yin Shu also saw Shen Ping. Her pink and white face could not help but blush, and her watery eyes immediately lowered. However, she still paid attention to Shen Ping from the corner of her eyes. Although it had been more than four months since she last went to the Little Lotus Seed Mountain, the shameful experience underground often replayed in her mind, especially the tall figure who had killed the mountain god, it seemed to have been completely imprinted in her heart.
"Greetings, Master and Martial Uncle." Shen Ping hurriedly bowed when he entered.
The Temple Master of Chang Ling and Ling Wu nodded one after another.
"Elder Yin Qi, this is Dao Disciple Ling Zhen in our temple. He has a Yin-type Dao Bone, so he cultivates the Tai Yin Talisman Scripture. It has been less than two years." The Temple Master of Changling smiled.
