Lin Xuan did not know the reason.
But his curiosity had indeed been drawn in.
A trace of curiosity also flashed across Yue'er's face.
The husband and wife both pricked up their ears.
Of course, on the surface, neither of them revealed the slightest unusual expression. They simply continued drinking wine while sampling the delicious dishes.
And the voices of the cultivators at the table behind them drifted smoothly into their ears.
"Exactly. This Wang Tinglou really doesn't know how to adapt to the times. It's clearly a heaven-sized good thing, yet he actually racked his brains trying to flee. He's practically wasting heavenly gifts—utterly foolish." Lin Xuan did not need to turn his head to see clearly that the speaker was a cultivator with a sinister, harsh face. At this moment, however, his face was filled with envy.
"Fellow Daoist Ma, you can't put it that way either. Everyone has their own aspirations. In your eyes, it's indeed a heaven-sized opportunity, but who knows what Wang Tinglou is thinking? Perhaps he feels he lacks the fortune to enjoy it." A seemingly mighty middle-aged man revealed a look of disapproval.
"Fellow Daoist Xue, those words of yours are somewhat against your own heart. Although that princess of the Ten Thousand Flood Dragon King... ahem, her appearance is a little lacking, her status is noble to the extreme. Looking across the Three Realms, there are hardly a few women who can compare with her. For her to look upon him with favor is fortune Wang Tinglou cultivated over eight lifetimes. If it were you, I don't believe you would be as foolish beyond saving as Wang Tinglou." The previous man was clearly somewhat unconvinced.
"This..."
The mighty-looking man revealed a trace of hesitation. Asking himself honestly, if he had Wang Tinglou's