"Monk Lin?"
Hearing Immortal Jingxu's address, Miss Jiang was suddenly startled.
Could her previous feeling have been right? Standing under the apricot tree was in fact her son?
"Immortal, what do you mean?"
Miss Jiang clenched her sleeves tightly with both hands, her voice trembling, full of anticipation.
"Miss Jiang will know soon."
Immortal Jingxu reassured her and then said no more.
Upon hearing Immortal Jingxu's call, Link calmly entered the meditation room.
The changing appearances within Sanqing Hall were all deliberately done by him.
The Daoist Zhike, overwhelmed by the pressure, dared not speak and went to invite Immortal Jingxu. This too was Link's handiwork.
After talking a few words with Immortal Jingxu, confirming that he only cultivates his mind and not the Martial Way, Link subtly influenced Immortal Jingxu's thoughts.
Thus, without hurting the bodies and cognition of the two taoists, Link got an appropriate opportunity to make his entrance.