Though the stone house was spacious, its furnishings were extremely simple: one table, one chair, and nothing else.
"Martial Uncle, please sit."
Naturally, Lin Xuan stood on no ceremony. He took a seat on the sole stone chair, while the three ancient demons stood respectfully at attention, not even daring to breathe too quickly.
The sound of light, scattered footsteps entered his ears, accompanied by wafting fragrance. Two young Devil Race maidens in the bloom of youth had arrived, holding trays in their hands.
On the trays were fine wine, melons, and fruits. After the two women served them, they bent their knees in a curtsy to Lin Xuan, then withdrew with the utmost respect.
"This place is crude. If there has been any lack of hospitality, I hope Martial Uncle will not take offense."
The fat ancient demon spoke carefully, his face full of ingratiating smiles.
Lin Xuan shook his head. Of course he did not mind the simplicity of the place.
The middle-aged ancient demon's gaze swept over Lin Xuan, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
With his abilities, it was very difficult to see Lin Xuan's exact depth, but at this moment, Lin Xuan was not deliberately concealing himself, so he still discovered a little.
He felt that Martial Uncle Lin was slightly different from when they had last met. Could it be that...
In just the short span of two years, Martial Uncle had truly advanced to the Spirit Division Stage?
Although back then, Martial Uncle had inquired about Spirit Source Valley precisely because he wanted to prepare to assault the bottleneck of the Spirit Division Stage, going from Dongxuan to Spirit Division was such a difficult and arduous matter. The chance of successfully advancing was less than one in ten thousand.
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