"Hmm?"
Lin Mingrong slightly raised her eyebrows and said, "Junior Brother, don't speak recklessly. Elder Li, your master, didn't seem to mention you just now."
"He told me quietly."
Li Hao sighed, "Senior Sister, just go your way, I'll follow you. If anything happens, I'll take responsibility."
Seeing Li Hao talking like this, Lin Mingrong furrowed her brows. Such a lame excuse, she didn't even know how to expose it. But since he said he'd bear the consequences and wasn't under her master's sect, she couldn't be bothered to care any further.
"Suit yourself."
She left that remark and turned to walk away.
Passing through a fragrant courtyard, attendants stood at the entrance to guide Li Hao and Lin Mingrong.
Behind the courtyard was a palace resembling an ink-painted landscape, enshrouded by a barrier. Here, immortal power was abundant, Dao power flowed, and just standing here, one seemed to feel the Tao Origin.
