"Who are you looking for?"
Lin Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, "You seem very confident in finding the Saint Child, so why can't you find the person you are looking for?"
The middle-aged man's face showed a bitter expression, "The Saint Child has a special identity. As long as someone has seen him, there will inevitably be news. I've been here for many years because I'm looking for someone. I've met some people, and there's a high probability of finding the Saint Child."
"The person I'm looking for is just an unremarkable individual, who might even be dead by now. She and the Saint Child are not comparable."
Lin Chen thought for a moment, "You help me find the Saint Child, and I will persuade the Saint Child to do his best to help you. I can't guarantee the result."
Lin Chen was not Shangguan Wenyin; he couldn't overstep his bounds and make decisions for others.
