Lin Xuan frowned and sank into thought.
After a brief hesitation, he lifted his feet and walked toward Meng Ruyan.
He was not certain whether this woman was Qin Yan's master or not.
But since he had seen her, he had to try.
In all fairness, Lin Xuan did not want to provoke a Lihe Realm cultivator. One misstep, and he might place himself in danger.
But the situation now was special.
He and the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect had already formed a blood-deep feud, and those bald donkeys would never let him off.
And as one of the Seven Great Powers of the Twelve Heavenly Cloud Provinces, unless he advanced to the Lihe Realm himself, he absolutely could not beat that gang of bald donkeys.
But how could breaking through to the Lihe Realm be so easy? Without a few hundred years, it was something he should not even think about.
Then what was he supposed to do during this period? Be a rat everyone shouted at in the street, or flee to some barren land where no human footprints could be found?
Neither was a good choice.
But if he could get connected to a Lihe Realm old monster, that would be another matter entirely.
At the very least, it would make the other party have some misgivings.
As Lin Xuan weighed the gains and losses in his mind, he quickly walked over.
Meng Ruyan was tending her little stall. On it lay two or three trash Spirit Tools. Not only were their grades extremely low, they also looked utterly broken and worn.
Besides those, there were some medicinal herbs, but they were also worthless, the lowest-grade kind.
Lin Xuan's expression stiffened, and the doubt in his heart wavered again.
Could it really be that he was overthinking