"Heh, heh. It seems Senior either hasn't come from far away, or else was previously in secluded cultivation in some famous mountain or great river, and knows very little about You Province's current situation," Luo Tianren said, full of his own assumptions.
Lin Xuan did not refute him. If the other party thought that way, it saved him the trouble of wasting words on explanations. "Not bad. I have indeed only recently emerged from seclusion. What is the current situation in You Province?"
"This..." Before Luo Tianren answered, he first turned his head and glanced at the disciples behind him, then chose his words and began, "Senior, it isn't that this junior refuses to speak, but conversing here truly isn't very convenient. If Senior does not disdain it, please come to our humble dwelling for a talk."
Lin Xuan followed his gaze. Although the cultivation of the Morning Sun Sect disciples was not worth mentioning, their hands and feet were rather nimble. Not only had they put away the spirit tools left behind by those Yinhun ghosts, they had also erased, one by one, the traces left by the battle between the two sides. Clearly, this was not their first time doing such a thing.
Lin Xuan did not speak, but a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.
For the other party to be so cautious, could it be that this place had already been occupied by the Yinhun?
"Sect Master, it's done."
Hearing the voice transmission from his subordinate, Luo Tianren's face lit up. Naturally, he wanted to leave this land of trouble as soon as possible. He bowed to Lin Xuan. "Senior, please."
"Mm."
Lin Xuan nodded, then followed these Morning Sun Sect disciples as their escape lights flew forward. Along the way, the other party was extremely