Under Linglong's guidance, Zhong Lin completely ignored the violent gaze of the White Crane Elder and strode out of the market.
Although the White Crane Elder was violent, he still did not have the courage to make a move in the Tianqi Pavilion. Some people had tried before, but now even the grass on their graves had been replaced several times.
Linglong teased, "Zhong, my fellow practitioner, be careful. The White Crane Elder won't just let things go. He won't dare make a move in the Tianqi Pavilion, but outside is another matter."
"Thank you for the reminder, I understand."
Zhong Lin's expression did not change; he simply nodded and smiled.
Linglong did not say more. Although she valued Zhong Lin's abilities as a Pill Master, he was already a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land, so there was no opportunity to recruit him. A simple reminder was enough.
