Chen Ye felt guilty in his heart.
He had promised to heal her legs, but after leaving, there was no news for months.
In the past six months, he had experienced life and death outside, indeed thrilling.
But for the little girl who pinned all her hopes on him, wasn't this waiting without news also a kind of torment?
Lin Jinghua's face tightened, seeing Chen Ye sigh, he thought Chen Ye was having difficulty and quickly said:
"If the steward has no free time..."
"Elder Lin, no need to say more."
Chen Ye shook his head with a smile, signaling Lin Jinghua to be reassured,
"Jin'er is my registered disciple. As her master, I should visit her both emotionally and logically. You distribute the Spirit Stones to our fellow Daoists, and I will find Jin'er myself."
"Thank you, steward!" Upon hearing this, Lin Jinghua wept with gratitude and was about to kneel to Chen Ye.
"Don't, don't."
Chen Ye was startled, secretly worried.
