His face was quiet, like an orchid in a hollow valley.

Not only Yuan Yan, but even in the entire cultivator world, few people knew about his existence.

Cultivators who have reached the semi-saint realm have a very important impact on this world with their every move, and their walks often have a far-reaching purpose.

It's just that no one knows that this cultivator who was quietly parked on the shore of the salt lake passed by Meishan, not to stir up the wind and rain in Meishan, he just wanted to stop by to see someone.

This person's name is Lin Yi, and he is separated from him by heaven and earth in terms of realm, but in terms of generation, he is his junior brother.

This is the last true disciple of his master.

Cultivators like him, whether they are friends or real enemies, are already extremely rare, so according to this relationship, Lin Yi can even be regarded as his relative.

So he came to take a special look at his junior brother.

Just a glance.

Disappointment or joy, for him only need to see this once.

If this junior disciple is too disappointing, perhaps it will ruin his reputation as a master in the future, then it is better to be killed by him.

He couldn't imagine that his master would choose such a young man with a painting style as his junior brother, but this junior brother... From now on, it should be pleasing to him, right?

He was somewhat relieved.

In an instant, he wanted to leave something for Lin Yi, but when his gaze and perception left the bodies of Lin Yi and the others, he quickly changed his mind.

He wasn't afraid that he would know his existence and whereabouts in this world, he just felt that it was better for Lin Yi not to know his existence.

Because weeds tend to grow more robust and powerful.

He wanted to leave.

Then he disappeared from the shores of the salt lake.

His speed had surpassed the perception of most living creatures, as if he had disappeared into thin air, except that there was not even a ripple on the calm surface of the lake.

......

Lin Yi didn't feel that he was a disciple of the Three Sages of the Southern Heavens.

In his subconscious, only the kind of disciples who have truly performed the worship of the teacher, served the master at the beginning, and received the teachings of words and deeds can be regarded as true disciples.

He knew, of course, that many people were so special that they had different definitions of these things.

The Three Saints of the Southern Heavens are certainly such a special example.

Because their status is too high.

Their exercises are also too high.

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