"Fellow Daoist Lin, it's been a while. How have you been?"
Leaning against the city wall, a despondent Lin Qingxuan heard the voice and shifted his gaze.
Night Lan, the Divine Talisman Sect's new Sect Master, was walking toward him, smiling as he called out a greeting.
His tone was remarkably familiar, as though the two were close.
In truth, they had barely dealt with each other. They had only spoken at the Shouyang Dao Discussion Luo Chen had hosted.
Ordinarily, Lin Qingxuan would not have paid him much attention.
After all, Night Lan had only just formed his Nascent Soul. How could he compare to Lin Qingxuan, who had already made a name for himself?
But beneath Night Lan's somewhat humble, overly familiar smile, Lin Qingxuan somehow saw his former self. He, too, had once gone out of his way to ingratiate himself with renowned experts, all to build connections for his sect.
Lin Qingxuan straightened and nodded to him.
"Not especially well, but not badly either. I heard Fu Old's condition has stabilized?"
Night Lan stopped before him and said, "Thanks to the pills the Pill Sect gave us during his visit, my master's injuries have indeed stabilized. They haven't worsened. But to say he's well..."
Night Lan sighed, his expression heavy.
Lin Qingxuan patted his shoulder. "The older generation has already done enough. From here on, we'll have to rely on ourselves."
Then he asked curiously, "The Pill Sect can refine medicines for injuries too?"
Night Lan pulled himself out of his grief over his master's injuries and managed a smile. "The Pill Sect's abilities truly are extraordinary. Even ordinary medicines work better when he refines them than those sold on the market. I hear you're fairly close to him. You could try asking him for some,