Turning around, Lin Yi spotted Zhi Ling still perched on the courtyard wall. He waved over her with a grin, "Zhi Ling, come over here. Everyone's gone now."
It seemed that Uncle Master Li, who exuded a formidable and stern aura, had left a considerable psychological impact on Zhi Ling.
Zhi Ling hopped off the wall and rushed over to his side. She jumped onto his shoulder, still swiping her claws at the air, as if figthing an unseen enemy.
"Such a vengeful little one." Lin Yi shook his head and chuckled, patting her small head.
At that moment, he couldn't help but recall the fierce and sharp aura emitted by Li Yuan Qing. He was beginning to grasp why his uncle master wished for his participation in the extermination of evil, including the previous war against the Xuan Yin Sect.
Li Yuan Qing could arguably be the Golden Sword Lineage disciple with the most combat prowess. He gave off the impression of being just like a sword.
