Behind him, Xiao Lingling's face suddenly sprouted sharp teeth, and her originally beautiful face quickly decayed as she ferociously bit towards Lin Xin's neck from behind.
Buzz!
The sound of the sword rang out, and an invisible force instantly fixed her in place, rendering her unable to move.
Lin Xin did not take it seriously; he just stood silently in the Lake Heart Pavilion, savoring the tender embrace of Xiao Lingling for a moment.
Not knowing how much time had passed, the illusion dissipated, and he suddenly felt an emptiness in his hand, and his heart once again felt hollow.
Somewhat melancholically releasing his hand, Lin Xin then realized that it was already noon.
Lin Luo had been standing behind him for who knows how long, waiting with a calm face and bowed head.
Turning around, Lin Xin carefully examined this direct disciple whom he had taught for many years.
"How far have you progressed with your Void Mysterious Swordsmanship?"
