"Majestic?" Lin Xin was speechless, yet he didn't expect this youth to be such a simple-minded person. "Then who is your master? Is it him who gave you this golden lock?"
He picked up the golden lock that was placed on the desk.
"My master said the golden lock was naturally on me from birth, that I was born with it," the young man said loudly. "As for who he is, I don't know. He only took me for three years."
"Was your master covered in bandages all over?" Lin Xin asked again.
"Yes! He was a strange man," the young man nodded.
Lin Xin immediately understood that this youth was very likely the promised one mentioned by that peculiar man.
"What else did your master say?" he asked again.
The youth was startled, seemingly not expecting him to ask that question.
