With old man Su gone, Yi Yun and Lin Xintong were left standing in the wilderness.
Under the moon, Lin Xintong was wearing a white dress like a fairy. Yi Yun wore a flying fish robe and had an excellent disposition.
In the wilderness stood a man and woman, both divine looking.
Lin Xintong was a quiet person, and Yi Yun usually didn’t say much, so the atmosphere turned silent.