The spirit stone rotated slightly, no matter how ordinary it was, there was no domineering fluctuation, no dazzling light.

More than ten steps away from the altar, Xilin and Rist stood lightly, only to see Xilin slowly stretch out his hand, palm up, the spirit stone seemed to have received some kind of summoning, slowly flew towards the two, and then gently fell into Xilin's palm.

Looking at the spirit stone in his hand, there seemed to be scenes of images floating in Xilin's mind.

From knowing the spring of life, to the entrustment of Elder Emer of the Garland tribe, and then to the adventure in the Kus Mountains, to seeing the silver dragon Norlando who has gone through countless years.

This qiē seems to be yesterday.

Cillin believes that the past two years or so have been the happiest days of his life, although he has experienced various hardships and obstacles, but he has overcome them one by one.

At this moment, Xilin suddenly remembered that the words of the old man in Tsing Yi in the land of divine blessing were also said by the prophetic god of St. Norath: The land burned by war will once again become the territory of heroes.

Could it be that I can really take on that heavy responsibility?

Xilin asked himself in his heart, looking at the spirit stone in his hand, and the small ring.

"Lord Xilin......"

Rist saw that Xilin was staring at the spirit stone, and he didn't bother at first, but this was an extremely sacred place, so he tried to scream twice.

Sirin looked up at Lister and just smiled faintly: "Sorry, I was rude just now." ”

"It's okay Lord Xilin, now it seems that this spirit stone has been successfully unsealed. Riester, congratulations. Rist said with a smile.

"Hehe, thank you to Mr. List, and Elder Olaf, and the other two elders. If it weren't for you, I would probably have to look for another spirit stone, and the extreme of life is not necessarily a good place. Cillin said as he walked out of the main hall with Rist.

The echo of the promenade is not too big.

The extremes of life, according to Norlando, are the places where life is destroyed and life is abundant. All belong to the extremes of life, but in Xilin's opinion, let alone the sixth level of martial arts. Even the ninth level of the martial artist is a little unsightly, such a place, how can ordinary people go, even if they do, it is estimated that they will not come out alive.

The two walked in the corridor of the main hall. But this time it's not the same as last time. Instead of leading Sillin to the door, Rist walked to another chic corridor.

"Mr. Lister, what is this?"

Xilin asked as he walked.

Rist smiled, "Oh, it's like this, Lord Xilin, I'm sorry, but our Sect Master wants to meet you. So ......"

The two of them spoke, and their footsteps did not stop.

It wasn't that long. After a while, it came to an end.

Xilin was not unkind, he looked at Rist beside him, and saw that the other party bowed slightly to him, and Xilin withdrew his gaze and entered a room next to the road.

Rist didn't follow, but gently closed the wooden door to the room.

The room was chic.

It is more prominent than the style of Yongdao.

The quaint tables and chairs, as well as the frescoes and the domes, all show the nobility of the owner.

Cillin had no doubt that even if it was said that this was Emperor Roland's study, he would agree.

However, although the style is somewhat similar to the Guran Continent, as a nobleman, Xilin knows that this is definitely not something from the Guran Continent.

Although Xilin is not proficient in history, he also knows something, the Roland Empire, and some empires before it, absolutely did not have that kind of ornamentation, and this kind of gold is by no means ordinary gold and silver, let alone the pigments used by some painters.

Just as Xilin was fascinated by those patterns, a magnetic voice suddenly sounded behind him. "Special, isn't it?"

The deep voice made Xilin's whole body shake slightly!

It can be said that when the first word entered Xilin's ears, there was only a blank in his mind, yes, a blank space.

The sound of soft footsteps sounded in the room, and Cillin could feel that the man was approaching step by step.

This kind of nervousness made the golden wisp in his arms poke out a small head.

"Xilin ......"

Another soft call.

Xilin turned around suddenly, and from the compartment on the side, a person came out, looking at him closely.

"Xilin......" The other party continued: "Is it Xilin?"

The excitement in his tone was palpable, and if Olaf or Rist saw such a scene, their jaws would have to drop.

The Sect Master, who has always cultivated to a high level and is mysterious, has tears in his eyes.

"I'm my father...... Xilin ...... "The middle-aged man took two steps forward, but Xilin had already froze, and when he saw the other party approaching him, he involuntarily took two steps back.

Cillin stared into the other's eyes, but he couldn't see any answers.

"Didn't you say that your father had died in battle, in order to resist the demons, in order to buy time for the emperor to escape, but now ......"

All along, Xilin dreamed of having a father, but he didn't remember what his father looked like, more than ten years have passed, and everything has been buried in history, is his father really not dead, and he is standing in front of him?

"My Xilin, my Doyle, I'm really a father......" The man saw that Xilin didn't move, his eyes were full of tears, and he finally couldn't hold on anymore.

Xilin was stunned, really stunned.

"You ......" Cillin wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to speak.

"Sirin, look ......," the man said, and took out a badge, which was the coat of arms of the Doyle family.

Perhaps he also knew that a badge alone was not enough.

So, the middle-aged man took out something else, a small round ball that glowed pale blue.

This is a kind of memory device, which Xilin once saw when he was studying at the academy, and the instructor at that time said that only the most powerful people can possess this kind of high-level magic item, and in the entire Guran continent, this thing is definitely not more than ten.

It's not that the attributes of this memory device are too high, but the method of making zuò and the raw materials for making zuò have long been gone.

I saw a light blue light flickering slightly, like a blue flame, and in the blink of an eye, a clear picture appeared on it.

Looking at the characters in that picture, it is the predecessor who taught and protected himself - Ino the King of Light.

A familiar atmosphere, a friendly atmosphere, you can't go wrong.

"Cillin, I'm sorry, I know I'm hiding the truth, but it's not a good thing for you if you know too early, so, I obeyed your father's wishes, and the one who has this image is your father. The person in the image paused slightly, "Auston, you have hurt me, the next time we meet, you have to bring me more good things, okay, don't bother your father and son." (To be continued......)