I'm Lin Chongxiao. Greetings, fellow Daoist.

When he saw Instructor Lin Shen again, Han Muye almost did not recognize him.

The tall, strong, and heroic-looking Instructor Lin was now thin and unshaven. His eyes were sunken and his cheekbones were protruding.

The martial suit on him seemed too large as if he was about to float.

"Instructor Lin, you…"

Han Muye felt a little guilty.

If not for him being a busybody, Instructor Lin would still be Instructor Lin. He would draw his sword and shatter rocks.

But a few words from him had destroyed his Dao heart and destroyed the Dao that he had persisted on for so many years.

Although he knew that Lin Shen's Dao heart would still be destroyed after swinging his sword thousands of times, he could still immerse himself in it for a few more years, right?

"Hehe, I don't blame you." Lin Shen laughed, and a hint of color appeared on his shriveled face.

"I just came to talk to you."

Lin Shen smelled of alcohol.