This kind of statement made Lin Yi recall the words of Master Qingming from Wuling Temple.
He also evaluated himself in the same way.
"Already in control."
"But it's still not enough."
Lin Yi smiled helplessly, "But in my position, I have no choice."
"I understand," Zhang Youfu said:
"I'm planning to launch a prayer project, only 998 each month, and all of us will pray for you, to calm the killing aura in your heart. As a discount, Senior Brother, I'll make it ten thousand a year."
"Get lost."
After talking with Zhang Youfu, Lin Yi chatted with others for a while before leaving Hualiang Mountain.
Ring ring ring—
Just after descending the mountain, Lin Yi's phone rang.
It was a call from Chen Lin.
"Where are you?"
"Out traveling," Lin Yi casually made up an excuse:
"Have you guys returned?"
"Already back in Zhong Hai, passed by the unit to have a look, found you weren't there."
"I'll return in a few days, taking a leave with you."
