They kept silent and busy until dusk, when the sky was about to darken completely, that they finally stopped.
"Taoist Priest Red Flower, I don't know....."
Yao Shunlin began to speak but suddenly stopped.
Lin Xin knew what he wanted to say. Although he had taken quite a few things from Yao Yuanhui, the best development for a child of fate was not to live under the protection of others, but to give up their freedom.
He shook his head slightly at him.
"If it's meant to be, we will meet again in the future."
Now that he knew the true nature of the other party, Lin Xin had no objection to going with the flow.
He reached out and pinched Yao Yuanhui's little cheek. Although this gesture was somewhat inappropriate by the standards of propriety, no one said anything at this time.
"I hope that the next time I see you, you will have truly grown up."
To the naked eye, the recent action seemed unremarkable, but in fact, he had imprinted a trace of his own spiritual power on Yao Yuanhui.
