Southern province, Yunchuan City.

A teahouse on the second floor.

Lin Chong and Lin Lan sat by the window and enjoyed the scenery outside.

There was a cup of clear tea in front of the two. The tea was green and the fragrance was swaying, which made people feel refreshed.

After leaving Ruyi Gate, Lin Chong did not immediately take his mother back to the capital.

After all, the latter has injuries and should not travel long distances. Moreover, the capital is located in the north and the climate is cold. Compared with this, the four seasons are like spring, and the warm and pleasant Yunchuan City is more livable.

Considering Lin Lan's injury, Lin Chong delayed his departure and decided to stay in Yunchuan City for a few more days.

However, his casual actions put heavy pressure on some people.

After several days of recuperation, Lin Lan's health has improved a lot, and it is only a matter of time before she can fully recover her health.

When people are happy, they feel refreshed and their mood changes make Lin Lan radiant, and she seems to be seven or eight years younger.

When the two sat together, she looked more like Lin Chong's sister than her mother.

"Zhong'er, tell me about your past events."

Lin Lan looked at the son opposite him with a smile, with a loving look on his face: "Mom really wants to know how you lived through these years and what friends you have met."

Lin Chong touched his nose a little uncomfortable.

He wanted to meet Lin Lan's request, but he didn't know how to speak.

After all, he has always been taciturn and has a kind of polite character, and is not good at telling stories to others, especially the protagonist of the story himself.

Just as Lin Chong racked his brains to think, subtle footsteps sounded from behind.

Lin Chong's ears moved slightly, feeling relieved.

Qin, wearing a tight black suit and elegant appearance, walked into the teahouse and lowered her voice to Lin Chong: "Brother Lin, someone is visiting her outside."

"who?"

"The head of the Nan League of Wu League, Duan Zhaonan."

"Duan Zhaonan?"

Lin Chong had a somewhat vague impression of the name.

The previous person in charge of the Southern League was Yan Ling. Because he colluded with Fu Qinghou, Wang Shuye and Yu Jin, he tried to make trouble within the Wu League and was eventually fired by Lin Chong.

When selecting the new person in charge, the candidate Pang Jun recommended to Lin Chong was Duan Zhaonan.

According to Pang Jun's account, Duan Zhaonan is a local native of the southern province. He was born in the Tianluo Sect of the Great Sect and has been in the Wu League for more than ten years. He is low-key and pragmatic, has a fair attitude, and never forms a party for personal gain.

Lin Chong had just become the leader of the Martial Alliance at that time, and his status was still unstable and needed Pang Jun's support, so he agreed to the other party's recommendation and signed a letter of appointment.

"Let him come in."

As his thoughts turned, Lin Chong said something lightly.

"yes!"

Qin nodded and retreated.

"Zhong'er, since you have official duties to deal with, I'll leave for a while."

Lin Lan stood up and said, "I haven't been to Yunchuan City for a long time. I just happened to walk around and see the scenery."

Before Lin Chong could figure out how to get along with her, he had to say dryly: "Be careful."

"Don't worry."

Lin Lan felt warm in her heart, and she felt that her son, who had been away for many years, was both powerful, smart, considerate and sensible: "Mom is a master of Huajin. Even if she is not as good as you, she is not a soft persimmon that can be kneaded."

After saying that, she raised her hand and tried to touch Lin Chong's head.

Lin Chong subconsciously turned his head and avoided it.

“…”

Lin Lan quietly retracted her palm, waved at Lin Chong, and then turned around and walked out of the teahouse.

A tall figure passed by Lin Lan and walked into the teahouse without looking sideways.

This is a middle-aged man with a high appearance. He is wearing a black training suit. He is burly and strong in muscles. His eyes are bright and his qi and blood are as thick as a mountain.

However, he walked with caution, fearing that he would make a sound, which would form a sharp contrast with his body shape.

Soon, the middle-aged man came to the second floor of the teahouse and saw Lin Chong's back.

Lin Chong sat casually, holding a teacup in his hand, looking out the window, and slowly savoring the tea.

His back fell into the eyes of the middle-aged man, like a tiger lying on a deserted hill, lazy and calm, and at the same time exuding an indescribable sense of terror and oppression.

This is not the first time that a middle-aged man has seen Lin Chong.

At the Yanhuang Martial Arts Conference, he witnessed Lin Chongda's magical power and defeated four great masters including Wang Hongfu, Wang Mu, Zhao Chenglong, and Xu Jing in succession.

However, at this moment, the feeling Lin Chong brought him had changed drastically.

More powerful and more transcendent.

It is harder to see directly, and it is even more unfathomable.

It is no exaggeration to say that even if the young leader of the martial arts league in front of him would tremble with just stomping his feet, the entire Yanhuang martial arts world would tremble with each other.

"Gudu."

The middle-aged man suddenly felt a strong sense of awe in his heart. He couldn't help swallowing, clasped his fists with his hands, and saluted respectfully: "I belong to Duan Zhaonan, pay homage to the leader!"

“No need to be polite.”

Lin Chong said calmly: "Come and sit down."

Duan Zhaonan put down his hands, lowered his eyebrows and said with a pleasing look: "Just stand."

"If you let me sit, you can sit."

"yes!"

Duan Zhaonan was shocked and did not dare to refuse. He quickly took two steps forward, sat down opposite Lin Chong, and only barely got half of his butt.

Lin Chong played with the jade porcelain teacup and suddenly spread his palms.

The jade porcelain teacup was suddenly lifted up by some invisible force, suspended on his palm, rotating drippingly, and the liquid inside did not splash out at all.

Seeing such a magical scene, Duan Zhaonan couldn't help but dry his lips.

"Tell me, what's the matter?" Lin Chongman said carelessly.

"Ruyimen wants to elect a new leader and invite subordinates to attend and listen."

Duan Zhaonan whispered, "Should I go?"

"Why should you invite?"

"This is a custom of hidden sects, not unique to Ruyi Sect. They not only invited subordinates, but also invited other sects in the southern provinces. This is a public declaration that shows the status of Ruyi Sect in the southern provinces."

"Since it's a routine, it's okay to go."

Lin Xin nodded: "Who is the new leader of Ruyi Sect?"

"There are currently three candidates, namely Xi Muwei, Lin Wan and Hou Yulin."

Duan Zhaonan knew that Lin Chong was not familiar with Ruyi Sect and added: "The three of them were all martial arts masters at the peak of Huajin. Among them, Xi Muwei was He Ruyun's personal disciple, Lin Wan was the contemporary senior sister of Ruyi Sect, and Hou Yulin was the chief of the Presbyterian Church."

Lin Chong narrowed his eyes slightly: "Where is Lin Youhan? Is she still alive?"

Duan Zhaonan's body shook, his head drooped lower, and his voice was no more than a mosquito scream: "Yes, she is still alive, but it seems that there is something wrong with her soul, she becomes stupid and autistic, and has no response to external stimuli."

After listening to Duan Zhaonan's answer, Lin Chong was silent for a while.

The jade porcelain teacup gradually stopped rotating, and the tea water inside ripples, just like Lin Chong's mood at this moment.

Duan Zhaonan's nerves were tense and he didn't dare to take a breath.
Chapter completed!