Standing on the back of the Profound Astral Bird, Luo Hua, who was wearing white, asked, “You’re not going to take a look at them?”

“I’m afraid that I won’t be able to hold myself back,” said Lin Yun after lowering the flute. His gaze was complicated, and he couldn’t maintain his composure. Over six months of interaction, Lin Yun had deep feelings for the Fleeting Cloud Sword Sect, Wang Yuruo, Feng Zhang, and everyone else.

He didn’t have to turn back to know ...