Night Rain looked at Zhong Lin with a profound gaze; she hadn't expected such ambition here.
An Eighth-grade Alchemist is not impressive?
"Do you know that there are only a handful of Eighth-grade Alchemists in the entire sect, and although Senior Sister Ying He is only a True Disciple, even some Elders or Saint Heirs dare not show any neglect towards her," Night Rain said speechlessly.
Zhong Lin remained silent.
Night Rain sighed, waved her hand, and said, "Do as you wish! Just be careful, and don't forget you belong to the Juying Association."
"Yes, Zhong Lin would not dare forget."
"You may go!"
Zhong Lin cupped his hands in salute and turned to leave the Listening Rain Pavilion.
Watching Zhong Lin's departing figure, Night Rain suddenly said to the void, "Senior Sister Ying Ju, what do you think of him?"
The space rippled like water, and the next moment, a graceful figure appeared in place.
