Qin Yu knew that Lin Haixin had run away from ho, and if he didn’t give her a way to step down gracefully, she wouldn’t willingly return. He was worried that she might be in danger wandering outside.
Lin Haixin was impetuous by nature, prone to taking off without a second thought.
In the two days Lin Haixin had been missing, the Phantom Kirin Sect dispatched several groups to search for her, but, unfortunately, they had found no clues.
Just as everyone was starting to lose hope, Lin Haixin suddenly appeared!
"Miss, you’ve finally co back! You’ve had the Saint Heir and the elder madam worried sick! If you hadn’t returned, Huanhai might have been turned upside down by now!"
The disciple guarding the gate spotted Lin Haixin from a distance and quickly approached her.
"Take to Grandfather," Lin Haixin ordered emotionlessly, knowing that her grandfather wasn’t truly worried about her, but rather how to explain her disappearance to dicine Valley.
"The Saint Heir has already given instructions to bring you to him as soon as you return," the disciple said.
"Hmm, lead the way."
The disciple did not move but instead looked at Qin Yu with a puzzled expression, "Miss, who is this gentleman?"
"Mr. Nine is my savior. I was playing on the cliffs over the cold pool and accidentally fell into the water. If it hadn’t been for Mr. Nine’s rescue, I might have drowned," Lin Haixin explained.
Protector looked at Qin Yu with a gaze filled with envy, jealousy, and resentnt. Why couldn’t he have such good luck? Why hadn’t he been the one to find the miss?
"Miss, Mr. Nine, this way, please," the disciple gestured with a guiding hand.
Lin Haixin nodded and followed the Protector towards the training ground. Qin Yu took a deep breath and adopted the deanor of a noble expert, following Lin Haixin’s footsteps.
Lin Xiaotian was extrely diligent, practicing martial arts at the training ground at this ti every day and occasionally offering guidance to the younger generation.
But today, Lin Xiaotian was clearly preoccupied.
Lin Xiaotian had been in a terrible mood these past two days. Shortly after Lin Haixin had left ho, Nangong Yunfei, the Saint Heir from dicine Valley, had co to visit Huanhai. Nangong Yunfei had asked to et his fiancée.
Lin Xiaotian could only appease Nangong Yunfei for the ti being with the excuse that Lin Haixin was in seclusion.
Lin Xiaotian knew that this excuse would only temporarily placate Nangong Yunfei.
However, Lin Xiaotian wasn’t the least bit anxious; his granddaughter was spoiled and had a habit of running away from ho every now and then. He believed she would return ho soon.
He thought that by sending out all their elite forces, they should have been able to quickly bring Lin Haixin back. But what Lin Xiaotian hadn’t expected was...
Lin Haixin had vanished without a trace, as if swallowed by the sea. Despite the elite of the Phantom Kirin Sect scouring the whole of Huanhai, they had not found Lin Haixin, and Lin Xiaotian was finally starting to feel anxious. Even while tutoring the younger disciples, he seed distracted.
"Grandfather, how was my Illusion Thunder Fist Technique?"
Lin Xiaotian’s grandson, Lin Shiwei, looked at his grandfather with anticipation, but alas, Lin Xiaotian was lost in thought and did not react at all.
"Grandfather..." Seeing Lin Xiaotian’s distraction, Lin Shiwei was not content and went up to gently shake his grandfather’s arm.
Lin Xiaotian snapped back to reality, cleared his throat, and said, "Shiwei, your Illusion Cloud Palm Technique is good, but you still need to keep practicing."
"Grandfather, I just demonstrated the Illusion Thunder Fist Technique, not the Illusion Cloud Palm Technique!" Lin Shiwei pouted.
"Cough cough..." Lin Xiaotian’s face was a portrait of embarrassnt.
Fortunately, a disciple arrived in ti to resolve Lin Xiaotian’s embarrassnt; "Report! The miss has returned!"
"The miss? Is it Xin’er?"
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