After the two chatted a while longer, Lu Ying'er bowed and took her leave.
Watching her back disappear, Lin Xuan propped his chin on one hand, a hint of puzzlement on his face. In the eyes of other forces, You Province was nothing but a savage, barren land. Just which cultivation clan would covet it—and deliberately conceal their tracks at that?
This matter reeked of strangeness at every turn.
Still, Lin Xuan did not dig to the roots of it. Whatever force it was, whatever unspeakable purpose they harbored, he had now advanced to Lihe, and with Yue'er's help, though he dared not say he could go anywhere under heaven, there were no longer many existences capable of threatening him.
Caution never hurt, but being too careful would inevitably invite ridicule.
Lin Xuan did not delay further. After resting for a night, he prepared to set out.
Early the next morning, Lin Xuan left his cave residence. Yet just as he arrived at the valley entrance, he found a tall, slender young girl waiting there.
She looked seventeen or eighteen. Though she could not be called an unrivaled beauty, she was still a first-rate beauty.
"Xuan'er, why are you here?" A trace of surprise appeared on Lin Xuan's face as he spoke, somewhat astonished. "Didn't Yue'er already instruct you to cultivate properly?"
"Grand-Master." The young girl dipped in a graceful curtsy. "Xuan'er also wants to go with you to You Province."
"You want to leave with me?"
"Yes."
Zheng Xuan nodded. "It isn't that I'm not working hard. I heard Sister Ying'er talk about the changes in You Province, and I don't know how Father and Mother are now. Besides... I haven't seen them for more than a hundred years either."
Blood was thicker than water. Who said cultivators' family