The young man in the yellow robe had fair skin, a gentle smile, and an elegant demeanor.0

Lin Xun swept a glance over him, then turned to Su Yunhai, the head of the Su Clan, and asked, “Father, can you let me talk to my friend alone?”0

He spoke calmly. 0

Although Su Yunhai and others found it strange, they nodded and left the hall.0

In the past, despite being favored, Su Qinghan, who couldn’t cultivate, had little say in important matters.0

Once everyone had left the hall, Lin Xun asked aloud, “How come I didn’t know that I had a friend like you?”0

Sitting leisurely as before, the yellow-robed youth picked up a teacup, smiled faintly and took a sip before saying, “Fellow Daoist, as reincarnators, we’re naturally friends, aren’t we?”0

“Oh?” Lin Xun raised his brows. “Tell me, why did you come here?”0

“It’s very simple. I had awakened not long ago. Although I have embarked on the cultivation path, I don’t have a suitable cultivation art.”0

The yellow-robed youth set down the teacup and looked at Lin Xun. “I heard you stormed the Great Qian imperial palace on your own and crippled the cultivation of a prince named Qian Yuanba in front of everyone. And yet, you’ve...0