A few days later,
Lin Lee was sitting cross-legged on the mountain peak, wavelessly like a statue; the wind flew around him, rustling the grass and trees without affecting him.
Suddenly he opened his eyes; the horizon zoomed in his vision, a round cylindrical plane appeared; it had no wings, just eight blue flamethrowers below. It looked like plasma engines.
Suddenly those blue flares dimmed, and the plane descended toward the open area in the town below.
"It's her Qin Yun."
Lin Lee muttered, sensing the young girl walking outside the plane with a completely different aura than the previous village girl; she has now nobility in her demeanor and grace in her temper.
'Although her demeanor has been changed completely, no one can change their emotions; everyone's emotional powers are unique, and it's not replicable in another person,' Lin Lee thought to himself, observing Qin Yun as she moved toward the Qin auction house.
