That was a youth of about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a posture as upright as a pine and a white robe embroidered with golden patterns fluttering lightly in the wind. His features were exquisite like a painting, and the dragon-shaped mark between his brows shone brilliantly, further setting off his extraordinary temperament. Most eye-catching of all was his pair of amber pupils, deep within which seemed to leap golden flames, exuding an innate arrogance and sharpness.
"My name is Lin Hao, and I belong to the Xuanqiong Golden Qilin clan," the youth said, his voice clear yet carrying a hint of the vicissitudes of time. He stared fixedly at Ling Xiao, causing Ling Xiao to tremble upon hearing this: the Xuanqiong Golden Qilin clan—was that not the race of Senior Lin Feng from the day before? Lin Hao suddenly knelt on one knee, cupped his fists, and said solemnly, "Young Master, I have finally found you!"
"Young Master?" Ling Xiao's heart shook, and the fragmented pieces of memory in his mind churned once again, though they remained hazy and unclear.
Chapter 196