"May I ask, sir, are you Young Master Lin?"
The old man's face was flushed crimson; he was clearly caught in excitement and agitation. Lin Xuan, however, found it rather strange. As a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, he naturally possessed the ability to remember anything he had seen, yet this old man had not left even the slightest trace in his memory...
Of course, he was only a mere mortal. Lin Xuan had nothing to be wary of.
"My surname is indeed Lin. Might I ask who you are, elder...?"
"It really is Young Master Lin! Wonderful. All these years, this old man has always wanted to thank you for the great kindness of saving my life." At this point, the old man shakily pushed away the granddaughter supporting him, then fell to his knees before Lin Xuan with a thud and began kowtowing.
"Master!"
"Milord!"
The others were dumbstruck and cried out in alarm. Even the other customers in the tea stall had their gazes drawn over as well. After all, an old man dressed in rich, elegant clothing kowtowing to a young man of just over twenty—no matter how one looked at it, the scene seemed far too bizarre.
A buzz of discussion instantly broke out.
The old man frowned and waved a hand behind him.
Though the steward was startled inwardly, his reaction was swift. He immediately took out some silver, dispersed the other customers in the tea stall, and rented out the entire little shop.
"Please rise, elder. Lin has neither kinship nor ties with you, and I would not dare accept such a great courtesy." Lin Xuan lifted his brows as he said this. He had racked his brains for a long while, yet there was still not the faintest impression of this person