Lin Yuan hung up the phone.
He had only intended to chat for a bit, but unexpectedly, they had talked for over an hour straight.
By the time he returned to the room, he had a thin layer of snowfluff on him, making him look like an oversized snowman.
Only because Originators are tough, and Cultivators are even tougher...
Otherwise, he would probably have turned into an ice pop by now.
Seeing Lin Yuan sit down, the two young girls, who had just been through three battles in the span of a single hour and were now in a truce, had odd expressions on their faces.
With a hint of playfulness.
Lin Zhengying said eerily, "To chat for an hour straight... It seems you've had your sights set on a target for a while, and you've been keeping it under wraps, huh?"
Li Yaoyao then lamented, "Tough on you, having a significant other and still here spending New Year's Eve with us two single bitches. You feeling aggrieved? Need some consolation?"
