"The two of you."
"If that's the case, then let us meet again another day."
Jiang Ding nodded and his figure disappeared.
Staying with the current Han Lin and the soul remnant of Sinking Crane whose background he knew not of, made him slightly uncomfortable; he felt a hint of insecurity.
With his form concealed and no longer under the gaze of others, his heart instantly felt much more at ease as he quickly flew off into the distance.
"Farewell, junior uncle!"
Han Lin said his respectful goodbye and maintained a bowing posture.
Not until nearly tens of breaths later, when he surmised that the other party had gone far off, did he stand up and breathed a sigh of relief.
In his incredibly weakened state, both his Divine Soul and Divine Sense had been tightly stretched; only now did they relax a little.
After pondering for a moment,
he also cast a Concealment Spell and randomly chose a direction in which to leave.
"Your Concealment Spell is too weak,"
