The Long-browed Taoist felt a bad premonition arise in his heart when he heard Xu Ling report about Lin Yuan.
Luo Penghai seemed to sense the atmosphere wasn't right as well, so he sat quietly in his chair and waited.
Before long, Xu Ling entered the living room with a dejected expression.
The Long-browed Taoist was shocked to see his second disciple, who was usually high-spirited, looking so exhausted and dejected.
"Disciple, why are you in such a state? Have you been injured?"
The Long-browed Taoist immediately stood up, intending to check Xu Ling's injuries.
"Master." Xu Ling raised his head, looking at the concerned Long-browed Taoist, and couldn't help but feel a tinge of guilt rise again in his heart, "Disciple is fine."
"That's good!"
The Long-browed Taoist scrutinized carefully for a while and only when he was sure Xu Ling was not hurt did the knot in his heart loosen.
"Master, Junior Brother Lin."
