At the entrance of the sword shop, Sword Shop Uncle said earnestly, clearly unwilling to keep watching this young man act like a lovesick lapdog...
"That guy just now may have put it unpleasantly, but he did have a point. We men can't just hang ourselves from a single tree.
"Besides, little brother, you're as handsome as I was in my youth, and your cultivation isn't low either. Why worry about not finding a girl?"
"I..." Jiang Lin tried to argue.
"Don't say anything!" Sword Shop Uncle hooked an arm around Jiang Lin's shoulder and started dragging him back. "There's nothing a pot of wine can't solve. If there is, then use two pots! So what if you got stood up? Come on, Uncle will drink with you until we're both dead drunk."
"No, really, that's not it, Uncle. Listen to me..."
Jiang Lin was dragged into the sword shop with an arm around his shoulder.
Just as Jiang Lin felt he could hardly refuse such enthusiasm, the area outside the sword shop suddenly fell utterly silent.
It was like when everyone was quietly doing self-study, only for the homeroom teacher to suddenly appear at the back door of the classroom.
Sensing the sudden quiet in the street outside the shop, Jiang Lin and Sword Shop Uncle turned around at the same time. Looking behind them, they saw the packed crowd on the street in front of the shop split cleanly into two sides.
As if a sea had been cleaved apart by sword qi, a young woman slowly walked through the middle of the parted "tide."
She still wore a simple, plain-colored dress. Her jet-black hair was swept up and held in place by a simple Wooden Hairpin, while the rest fell over her shoulders.
There was not the