Lin Xuan murmured to himself. With his temperament, he did not like meddling in other people's business, but the old man with the air of an immortal and the bones of a Daoist sage had ties to him that were no small matter.
The two of them even had the formal bond of master and disciple.
The old man was the sect master of Spirit Herb Mountain, Perfected Master Tongyu.
A complicated look flashed across Lin Xuan's face. He had not expected there to be such a coincidence in the world.
Scene after scene from the past flashed through his mind. Toward Spirit Herb Mountain, Lin Xuan still had feelings.
Although Perfected Master Tongyu had certainly harbored other schemes when he took him as a disciple back then, no matter what, he had treated him well.
After all, when Lin Xuan had first arrived in You Province, it had been the time when he was most down and out.
The title of Young Master of Spirit Herb Mountain had also brought him quite a few benefits.
Lin Xuan was not cold and unfeeling by nature. He still remembered the old affection clearly, so of course he would not stand by and do nothing when it came to Perfected Master Tongyu's life or death.
Thoughts turned through his mind, but Lin Xuan did not rush to act. In any case, the three of them were also in the Nascent Soul Realm. Although the situation was dangerous, their lives were not in immediate peril. He would watch how things developed before deciding whether to move.
Aside from Perfected Master Tongyu, his two companions did not belong to Spirit Herb Mountain, and Lin Xuan had never seen them before.
The person on the left was an old woman with a head of white