Lu Yin was moved as he listened to Ling Que’s words. “Just like Ling Gong?”

“She still hasn’t completely integrated her innate gift,” Ling Que commented. He then paused for a moment as he glared at Lu Yin. “You’re trying to get information from me.”

Lu Yin shrugged. “No, I didn’t even hear that. What did you just say?”

“Is that so?” Ling Que was suspicious. 

At that moment, the door opened as a man stepped in the room. “Young Master, your drink.”

Ling Que casually ordered, “Set it here.”

The man walked across the room and set the wine on the table. He was just about to leave when Lu Yin set his hand on the man’s arm and stared at the man in amazement. “It’s actually you?”

Ling Que was puzzled.

The man’s expression changed when he saw Lu Yin. “It’s you?”

Lu Yin smiled. “The universe is so huge, but you just had to show up in front of me. How interesting.”

The man’s face turned a deathly shade of white. He used his strength, trying to pull his arm back, but Lu Yin was much stronger, and the man simply could not move.

Ling Que felt that the situation was rather strange. “Do you two know each other?”

Lu Yin looked at Ling Que. “Is this person someone from your Lingling clan?”

Ling Que shook his head. “I picked him up along the way. He was severely injured when the Sixth Mainland invaded, and when our Lingling clan moved out, we happened to rescue him. Why? Is there a problem?”

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