In the silence, two footsteps gradually approached.

Old Dao Lin was in a daze, and he seemed to be... saved?

"Master! How are you?!"

This time, Old Dao Lin clearly heard the voice of his disciple Zixu, right behind him!

He turned his head suddenly and immediately saw Zixu's crying little face.

"Zi Xu, it's really you!"

Old Dao Lin was still a little unbelievable.

He knew the level of his disciples.

Not to mention the black flames at the entrance of the cave on the surface, the bottomless tunnel leading to the cave is not something that my disciples can pass.

At this time, Old Dao Lin noticed Cheng Fan beside Zixu, and she was holding Cheng Fan's Taoist robe tightly.

The old Taoist's eyes sterned and he shaved Cheng Fan a few times like a knife.

"Young man, are you..."

"My younger brother Daoxuan, I have met Senior Lin."

Cheng Fan said without being humble or arrogant, and pulled out the hem of his Taoist robe from Zixu's hand.
Chapter completed!