At that moment, a sound of something falling to the ground echoed. Standing at the doorway was a young man, about fourteen or fifteen years old, dressed in tattered hemp cloth, gazing at him with surprise.,Even as a lowly son-in-law, being part of the Xuan Yue Sect was a turning point in Lin Yin's life. He had previously lived a meager existence. What’s more, he had a brief encounter with his nominal wife, only one glance and he fell irrevocably for her stunning beauty.,With a sound, the dream's face was marked with a crimson palm print.。