Identity

Whoosh, whoosh!

On the street, cars drove by under the protection of the armed police.

These cars all returned from Fragrant Hill.

Among them, inside a car.

Lin Zihao turned pale, but he tried hard to keep himself calm.

"Patriarch, the Heavenly Fortune-Teller said he will personally lead the way... that person, wouldn't be his apprentice, right? I mean that young man who appeared in Mr. Hua's courtyard." Lin Zihao said this with cold sweat on his forehead.

However, the old man of the Lin Family shook his head slightly, "If what the Heavenly Fortune-Teller said on Fragrant Mountain is true, then... his origin is definitely not a disciple! Otherwise, he will not come here in person. The identity of that person is certainly noble without a match."

"How much noble? Could it that he's better than Mr. Hua, and more powerful than the Heavenly Fortune-Teller?" Lin Zihao's heart gradually turned cold with fright.