Passing Through the Clouds

Hearing Shen Rulin's words, Lin Ran raised his eyebrows and smiled at Hong Liquan. "Look, it worked, right?"

Hong Liquan smiled awkwardly. When he saw Shen Rulin's expression, he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

It was true that he wanted to make a name for himself, but the matter of someone of that level was not something an insignificant figure like him could interfere in.

Lin Ran didn't think there was anything wrong with Shen Rulin's expression. After all, Shen Rulin had always been a little cold.

Putting down the teacup and tidying his clothes, Lin Ran walked up to Shen Rulin and extended his right hand. "Return my sword to me. I'll ride the sword with you."

"I'll take you there."

As Shen Rulin spoke, he took out a white handkerchief from his pocket.

"Is that necessary?"

Lin Ran was speechless. "I know the way to the palace better than you!"