Lin Qingluo suddenly felt a surge of anger, "Ji Beitian is a disciple of Tranquil Sect? In that case, the ancestor they spoke of was the one who appeared abruptly in Longping Town not long ago, claiming that Yixuan has a short life?"
"Patriarch Xiayao."
Little Kingfisher was completely sure, "That's right, it's him."
"He's so rude."
Lin Qingluo was furious, "Relying on the fact that he has lived a few more years, he dares to talk nonsense and determine life and death."
Little Kingfisher guessed in secret, "Judging by Ji Beitian and his father's words, the old man might be proficient in star-gazing techniques."
"Hehe."
Lin Qingluo sneered coldly, not having a good impression of Patriarch Xiayao, whom she had never met before.
**
The group of young men approached the top of the mountain, only to be stopped by a bamboo forest shrouded in a layer of mist.
"Follow me in."
Lin Qingluo waved her small hand and walked towards the bamboo forest.