Aunt Lin was a mortal, and it seemed Lin Xiu hadn't inherited her father's talent, meaning she would be an ordinary person as well. Relationships between Cultivators and mortals were rarely looked upon with favor, but Lin Ying didn't care about that. And for all these years, they had lived a very good life.
One could faintly tell that Aunt Lin must have been very beautiful in her youth. Though the years had left their marks, Lin Ying's gaze held nothing but love for her.
As soon as Wang Meng walked away, Lin Xiu relaxed and began whispering with Suo Ming, as if they had an endless supply of things to discuss.
Only after the two had finished chatting did Lin Ying ask, "Kid, what layer is your cultivation at now?"
"The Sixteenth Layer. I'll keep working hard!" Suo Ming said.
"Haha, the Sixteenth Layer. That's quite impressive. It's good you came. I happen to have some fine materials on hand. I'll forge you a weapon to take back with you."
"Thank you, Uncle Lin."
