“Oh? Lin Wan said that you’re a musician. How can such a young musician not have an inheritance?” Mu Xueling asked with doubt filled in her pupils.

“Saint Elder, he must be lying. Her Highness, Profound Fairy, probably made a mistake. Just get him to get lost. There’s no need to waste time with him.”

“Yeah. Her Highness, Profound Fairy, probably didn’t meet him herself.”

“I’m afraid many people will be unconvinced to let him join our Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion.” 

Lin Yun’s earlier words caused several elders to speak out, and their pupils were dissatisfied.

Lin Wan and Luo Shuyi’s faces changed as they became anxious. But Lin Yun was calm as he replied, “My master is a secluded person, and I have always been by myself. So I don’t have any sect.”

When the other elders wanted to say something, Mu Xueling said, “It doesn’t matter. I’m only asking casually. We won’t question the origin of our candidates, even if you’re a demonic cultivator. Remove your mask.”

Lin Yun’s heart trembled. He suspected Mu Xueling had noticed something. After all, she was a Quasi-Saint. If she had guessed...