Beneath the light and shadows, the Daoist let out a heavy sigh.
"Brother Lin, come with me."
To Lin Zhengyi's astonishment, Yi Chen led him to a stall selling masks and carefully chose a clown mask for him to wear.
Then, with effortless grace, the Heaven-Soaring Falcon led the disguised clown into Lin Zhengyi's long-desired Xianxian Tower.
At the entrance to the third floor, a brocade-clad strong man exuded an imposing aura. True Person Realm, nine levels of cultivation!
The great teapot's expression immediately showed reverence, and soon someone emerged to lead the two into a private room.
"Taoist Yi, what is this…"
"I am a monk, and my presence in this land of pleasure is solely for you, Brother Lin. It's truly a last resort, but what can I do since my ties with the Lin family are so profound."
"Brother Lin, go behind that screen. Don't ask or make any noise, just listen quietly."
