Although the teahouse was also a Ning Family property, everyone inside serving the guests was the lowest-ranked outer sect disciple. Whether the family was in crisis or not, they had neither the status nor the ability to worry about anything. This group's cultivation was only at the first or second layer of the Spirit Movement Stage, counting as the bottom rung of the cultivation world.
After several years of bitter secluded cultivation, Lin Xuan had finally come to a place thick with people, and his mood was excellent. He ordered a cup of spirit tea and slowly savored it.
Only after a full half an hour did he leave the teahouse in satisfaction. Then, as if he had great handfuls of time to waste, he began wandering aimlessly through the market.
This market was not large, merely a street of a little over a hundred meters. Lin Xuan walked back and forth twice and also went into a few shops to pick through their wares, yet it likewise did not take much time.
On the surface, Lin Xuan's expression was extremely idle and languid. Yet as time passed, a trace of doubt grew in his heart, and Yue'er's voice also entered his mind through divine sense.
"Young Master, didn't that Ning Family elder say he would send someone to contact you here? Why has so much time passed with nothing at all? Could something have gone wrong?" Yue'er spoke with some worry.
"Mm." Lin Xuan nodded. He was thinking the same thing. With the Blood Light Soul Refining Technique, the other party would never dare harbor the slightest malicious thought toward him. There was only one possibility for breaking the appointment... something had happened on his end.
It seemed the Ning Family's situation was unfavorable for him.
"Young Master is