Father Lin watched as the two of them deferred to each other over the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring. He was stunned at first, then couldn't help smiling with helpless amusement. "The soul ring isn't even in our hands yet, and you two are already passing it back and forth." His laughter carried a hint of self-mockery and gentle reproach. "Who knows if we'll even be able to find it when the time comes? Don't get too excited too early, lest you end up deeply disappointed." As he spoke, he gently shook his head; though a smile remained on his face, it didn't reach his eyes.
In truth, his heart was fluttering like a trapped rabbit, bouncing up and down as he secretly prayed they would successfully obtain the soul ring. *If we really manage to get it, it would truly be a gift from the heavens,* he thought silently to himself, yet he feared that the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment, forcing him to put on this seemingly nonchalant facade.
"Dad, don't worry. I've already tracked down that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast; she won't be able to escape," Lin Yu said with absolute confidence, his firm and powerful voice seeming to pierce through every obstacle. His gaze revealed a fierce determination to win, a glare as hot and dazzling as a blazing fire that made it impossible to ignore.
Chapter 113