1840 Sudden Hug

An Lin looked up and saw that Cyril was currently walking toward him with a smile on his face.

He had a handsome face, and he was currently dressed in a red Daoist robe that was decorated with images of the sun, moon, and stars. A pair of gigantic bat wings was folded neatly behind his back. His eyes were red, yet they appeared especially gentle and warm. Upon seeing it, one would feel relaxed and comfortable.

"Including our meeting on Earth, this is our second time meeting each other," Cyril chuckled and said.

A look of guilt appeared on An Lin's face. "I'm sorry for troubling you with the matters regarding the Heavenly Fire God…"

"Fellow cultivator An Lin, please don't apologize for that. After all, we're a family that advances and retreats together. Your matters are our matters. There's no such thing as troubling us with your matters." Cyril wore a sincere and earnest expression as he spoke.

"Er…" An Lin was slightly dazed.