To be honest, under normal circumstances, seeing Mo Sirou, the chief disciple of one of the Six Great Sacred Lands and a delicate beauty, coughing incessantly, any man would feel a bit of pity, even if he wasn't moved by her looks, and would want to express some concern.

But from the moment Mo Sirou started coughing until she took a pill and got better, Xiao Lin didn't say a word, nor did he even cast a worried glance her way.

After all, based on what he had heard from Lu Xingqiu, Mo Sirou had a romantic connection with him in their past life. So, to avoid repeating the same mistakes in this life, Xiao Lin decided it was best to play deaf and dumb when faced with opportunities to win a beauty's favor.

However, since Mo Sirou had already spoken up, he couldn't just continue to stare blankly. He immediately smiled and asked, "Fellow Daoist Mo, are you perhaps inquiring about the immortal treasure and the trials?"