"Uncle Lin, rest assured, I, Li Changlin, treat my promises as gold; what I say is like water spilled, never to be retracted." Li Changlin nodded gravely. He had initially thought to just appease the Lin Family perfunctorily, but now that Lin Jiancheng was so unhesitatingly protecting him, Li Changlin naturally felt compelled to accept the kindness.
Although with his strength, he really didn't need the Lin Family's help, this was, after all, a gesture of goodwill from Lin Jiancheng.
"Jianqing, take Young Master Changlin quickly to the place of our ancestor's cultivation," they said. Now that faces had been torn, a fierce battle was sure to ensue shortly.
At this critical juncture, the priority was to get Li Changlin away first. In fact, facing the experts from the Zhao Family and the Zhou Family, Lin Jiancheng did not have much hope for victory in his heart.
