The real master is back.

"You're disobedient again." The man in white robe looked at Immanto with a smile.

Dugu Lin's pretty face was cold, and a terrifying murderous intention surged in the Taoist palace.

"You dare to pretend to be the founder of my sect!! You deserve to die! I will skin you and cramp you, and hang you in the Weichen Mountain to be exposed to the sun for thousands of years! As an example to others!!"

With a clang, the long sword, her natal magic weapon, rose up into the sky from behind her and turned into a ray of green light, about to shoot towards the man in white robe.

"Owner!!!"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind, and Dugu Lin saw it in shock.

Inmanto, the terrifying Black Death Flower Vine demon whose strength had reached the extreme level, actually prostrated respectfully on the ground, knelt in front of the man, and kissed the other man's shoes with his small mouth.

Through the silk-like waist-length black hair, she saw that Inmanto had tears streaming down his face, and his porcelain-white skin was tinged with pink.

She even completely let go of her defensive force field and opened everything up to the man in front of her.

"You...!!?" Dugulin was stunned.

The man in white robe smiled and extended his hand.

Suddenly the entire Taoist palace entrance,

A piece of red light lit up, pushing away all the abnormal powers except it, leaving only one domineering power. This power gently wrapped the two women.

"It's been many years, Yinmantuo, Dugulin, it seems that you haven't forgotten me yet."

The man smiled, and it could be seen that he was smiling very hard, but the two women still could only feel indifference and stiffness from his smile.

"Master...I have been waiting for you for too long..." Immantuo hugged one of Lin Xin's legs tightly and planned not to let go.

Her usually cold temperament was now filled with tears.

Ten thousand years is really too long.

It was so long that Inmanto could only recall his life with his master over and over again.

At first she thought the master had only gone a few hundred years, but one thousand years passed and two thousand years passed.

Five thousand years...tens of thousands of years!

It took so long that she almost despaired.

Lin Xin was a little stunned.

Inmanto's current situation is obviously much richer in emotions than when he left.

Dugulin sighed at the side.

"Kexai is dead, Lin Zhen is dead, the Demon Bee Queen, Lin Luo, Lin Dang, Ji Lu and his wife, the Kong Whale King...

Over the years, too many people have died."

"Where's Qing'er?" Lin Xin sighed and reached out to touch Yin Mantuo's little head. He could feel that the reason why Dugu Lin and others could live so long might be related to Yin Mantuo.

"Nan Shunqing is still in retreat, but since you are here, there is no need to retreat at all." Dugulin let out a long sigh of relief.

Lin Xin sighed, and the power of the red light shook slightly, immediately wrapping Immanto and levitating it.

"Let's go and see how many people in the sect know me now."

"The only people who know you are the three of us." Dugulin smiled, but his tone was somewhat astringent and melancholy.

Tens of thousands of years of waiting, how many times hope has turned into disappointment.

The merits of this are simply impossible to explain.

Lin Xin was silent.

"Don't worry, I will come back to take you away this time." He said softly.

"You have changed a lot." Dugulin said with complicated eyes.

"You haven't changed much."

With that said, Lin Xin strode into the depths of the Taoist Palace.

The deepest underground, in the secret realm under Yangquan.
Chapter completed!