Mortal Taoist Companion

Three hundred years later, the spiritual world. Lin Qingyin is already a powerful person in the combined stage and has no rival in the immortal world. But in the secret room of her cave, the most precious thing was not the top-grade spiritual stones or ancient magic weapons, but a burnt peach wood hairpin. It was carved by his own hands for her when he established the foundation. Three hundred years later, she still hasn't waited for that person. "Voiceless." A voice suddenly came from behind. She was shocked and didn't dare to look back. I'm afraid that my inner demons are causing trouble again, I'm afraid that my joy will be in vain again. "Qingyin," the voice said with a smile, "you kept me waiting for too long." She turned sharply. Standing at the entrance of the cave was a man in ragged clothes. He was so thin that he was disfigured. There were scars on his face from being scratched by monsters, but his eyes were still the same as they were three hundred years ago. "You..." Her voice trembled, "Why did you come?" "I accidentally saved someone on the way," he scratched his head, "I wasted a few years." Lin Qingyin wanted to laugh, but also wanted to cry. This fool. Three hundred years later, he still behaves like this. ---