The Eighth Son of the Lin Family's voice was somewhat uncertain. She didn't know if her feeling was correct, but there was indeed an unusual and distinct sensation within her body.
"No worries, Little Eight, just demonstrate it for everyone to see," Old man Lin waved his hand and said with a smile.
In his view, his youngest daughter must have mistaken some other feeling for a Rune.
However, in light of his daughter's serious attitude of late, Old man Lin did not mind giving her more opportunities to demonstrate. After all, they were all family; whether she succeeded or not, there would be no shame.
"Yes, Father."
Lin Xin Tong nodded vigorously. Then she slightly squinted her eyes, straining her body continuously, her face starting to turn red, looking quite earnest.
