Lin Xuan gazed as far as his eyes could see, only turning back toward the market after Yue'er's figure had vanished.
With Yue'er's current cultivation, even if she ran into an enemy at the peak of the Core Condensation Realm, she could still get away safely, so Lin Xuan was not worried in the slightest. He slowly walked toward Baishan Hall.
The market in Cuiyun Valley was quite large in scale. There were seven or eight medicine shops alone. Compared with the stores opened by those sects, Baishan Hall was utterly inconspicuous; after all, the power behind it was only a small clan.
The clan was surnamed Zheng, and it had only a little over twenty immortal cultivators. In You Province, a family like this could be counted among the very bottom tier. Compared with Rogue Cultivators, their situation was only a hair better.
Recently, they had run into no small trouble and had no choice but to sell this little shop, which had been passed down for several generations and was regarded as the family's source of income and lifeblood.
When Lin Xuan arrived at Baishan Hall, the entire shop looked lifeless. Outside there was only a young man in his twenties, dressed like an attendant, and his cultivation was pitifully low as well, at the third level of the Spirit Movement Stage.
"Senior, our shop has already closed for the day."
Although Lin Xuan had withdrawn his aura, the cultivation he displayed was still at the level of the Foundation Establishment Realm. The attendant naturally did not dare slight him, and he hurriedly pulled himself together, gave a salute, and spoke as such.
"Closed? More like you're taking inventory and preparing to transfer this Baishan Hall to someone else!" Lin Xuan did not stop walking and calmly exposed