"You've misunderstood. I'm buying these medicinal herbs for another purpose," Lin Xuan said coldly, his face expressionless.
"Ah, then this junior has spoken out of turn. Senior, please take care." The shopkeeper was no fool; he hurriedly lowered his head and bowed as he saw him out.
Lin Xuan left the medicine shop and cast a sidelong glance back. Though the shopkeeper had not finished speaking, how could Lin Xuan not understand what he meant?
But with the situation as it was now, Lin Xuan had yet to come up with any idea of how to leave this place. How could he have the mood to care about whether others lived or died? He had no awareness of being some savior.
After briefly getting his bearings, Lin Xuan headed toward an inn.
Because too many cultivators had poured into the market, the place was packed with people everywhere. Lin Xuan had no confidence there would still be rooms at the inn, but he had to ask.
He walked into the inn's main hall. It was more than ten zhang in both length and width, appearing quite spacious.
However, the furnishings were rather simple. A man in gray, dressed like a waiter, was replying to several cultivators while repeatedly cupping his hands in apology, a troubled look on his face.
Seeing Lin Xuan enter the inn, the waiter swept his gaze over him and immediately ran over with a respectful expression. "Senior, are you looking to stay?"
"Mm. Are there any rooms left?"
"Yes, a first-rate Heaven-class guest room. Please follow me." The waiter bowed and scraped, answering with great attentiveness.
The others' faces clearly showed resentment. When they had come to ask just now, the waiter had said there were no guest rooms. Though they were dissatisfied, none dared show