"Haha, how amusing."
Some people might read too many stories and think that when important figures assign them work, it's merely a test.
Song Lin had such thoughts before, but he did not desire much; as long as he achieved his own goals, he was satisfied.
After all, with the *Monster Chronicles* as his foundation, he didn't need to rely on anyone.
If Master Zhi Xin wanted to take him as a disciple, Song Lin might not even agree.
The matter of the *Monster Chronicles* might be concealed from others, but for an expert of such tribulation-crossing level, Song Lin truly wasn't confident he could hide it.
Even now, he still didn't know what form his body took after entering the story world.
Perhaps others remained unaware, but in the face of such high-level masters, he feared they might sense this energy flow.
Over the next ten-plus days, Song Lin focused on cultivating the land in the back mountain.
When tired, he rested; when night fell, he stayed there to sleep.
