An hour later, Lin Xuan left the market. His expression showed neither surprise nor joy, yet in his heart he was extremely satisfied. On this trip, he had obtained the information he wanted.
His luck was not bad; he had not been teleported to some other interface.
As for Cloud Province being swept by rising winds and surging clouds, Lin Xuan did not take it much to heart. In any case, he was alone and unattached; even if the major powers fought until the heavens shook, he would not crease his brow over it.
The only thing Lin Xuan worried about was Baisuan Pavilion. The strange upheaval in Xuanyuan City had, nine times out of ten, been caused by Luo Clan cultivators. Between the human and demon races, nearly a hundred thousand high-level cultivators had fallen. When the disaster occurred, Lu Ying'er and Zheng Xuan had also been in the city. He did not know whether the two women were alive or dead now...
Yue'er had been downcast the entire time. The little girl had only that one disciple.
Lin Xuan sighed, then spoke words of comfort. "Yue'er, don't be anxious. Only half the cultivators in Xuanyuan City fell, that's all. I know Ying'er's personality. If she saw the situation turning bad, she would definitely withdraw. From that, the people of Baisuan Pavilion shouldn't have fallen."
"Young Master, that may be true, but their cultivation is too low. Even countless Nascent Soul Cultivators fell." Yue'er still wore a sorrowful, tightly furrowed expression.
"All right, all right. Worrying is no use. I'll go look for traces of them right now." Lin Xuan's brows lifted as he said this.
"Now? But Young Master, your injuries still haven't healed!" Yue'er froze, then hurriedly shook her head in objection.
"My injuries are nothing serious.