"Painting Soul?" Lin Qingyi was somewhat suspicious, as he seemed to sense an unusual aura of a Painting Soul.
It was like a Painting Soul, yet somehow not quite.
But such a powerful Painting Soul within the Yan family was indeed out of the ordinary.
Throughout the Yan family, the strongest aura Lin Qingyi could sense was only that of Yan Botao, an ordinary Innate.
Apart from Yan Botao, Lin Qingyi couldn't feel the presence of any powerful figures.
Could it be that Li Changqing wasn't here?
Following a small path, Lin Qingyi arrived at the small courtyard where Li Changqing usually lived.
In the secluded courtyard, there was not a single soul. Lin Qingyi strolled in and saw Ah Fei lying on the ground sleeping.
Ah Fei's nose twitched as if sensing a trace of an unfamiliar scent.
It suddenly opened its eyes.
At once, it saw Lin Qingyi standing before it.
