Mei Zihua looked at the departing Lin Yun. He couldn’t figure out why Lin Xiao seemed to be avoiding him. This made him pretty sad because he always felt good about himself, and he had never been disdained by others before.

“This makes no sense. What went wrong?” Mei Zihua held onto his chin with his brows furrowed. “The inheritance in the Black Tortoise Void Sea is just a rumor, and it’s more or less comparable to the Vermilion Bird’s jade slip I gave him. But he’s not ...