But that did not matter. Compared with the possible gains, this bit of fatigue was not worth mentioning.
True Spirit Blood—he would never give it up. Even if it was like fishing a needle from the sea, he would definitely find it.
At the same time, Lin Xuan was sitting in a teahouse.
After hurrying on the road for so long, he was somewhat tired as well, and was leisurely savoring tea while resting with his eyes closed.
The spiritual tea here tasted quite good, and the fragrance of the pastries was equally refreshing.
Although they had been made by Mortals, the taste was absolutely wonderful, and Lin Xuan ate with great satisfaction.
He had already made up his mind. He would rest in the city for two days, then would not be in any hurry to return to the Cloud Hidden Sect. Instead, he would continue traveling outside, drifting without a fixed abode and whiling away a few more months. That would be safer and more reliable.
Lin Xuan was not in a hurry.
To Mortals, a few months might perhaps count as no short span of time, but in the eyes of a cultivator of his level, it was not worth mentioning—nothing more than the flick of a finger.
Lin Xuan still had this much patience.
Who could blame him, when that inexplicable unease in his heart refused to be dispelled?
His course of action was now settled, so next, Lin Xuan would simply rest properly.
However, before he could finish tasting the spiritual tea before him, suddenly, without the slightest warning, an inexplicable shuddering terror descended from the sky.
Lin Xuan raised his head in surprise, and then saw the scene that shocked countless cultivators in the city.
A Tribulation Transcendence Stage old monster!
Lin Xuan judged