Yellow Dragon Daoist was carried away by the cultivators from the infirmary aboard the Reed Flying Ship.
As he was hoisted onto the stretcher, Yellow Dragon Daoist's miserable eyes were still fixed on Jiang Lin. The corners of his mouth kept twitching, as if he were shouting the words "despicable scoundrel."
Tsk...
It was simply too tragic to look at.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Leng Bingqing walked back to Jiang Lin's side and entered the shop with him. Before long, quite a few more people squeezed into the sword shop.
They looked as if they were buying swords, but in reality, they were all watching Jiang Lin and Leng Bingqing.
For the first time! This was the first time they had heard of Leng Bingqing going shopping alone with a man! Especially on this most sensitive of festivals.
The sword shop owner, for his part, stared at Jiang Lin with an expression of utter shock, as if he had lived long enough to see everything.
Jiang Lin had no choice but to walk over and pat Sword Shop Uncle on the shoulder. His eyes seemed to say, "I told you, Uncle—we're different."
Leng Bingqing, however, paid no attention to any of this. She was only picking out sword embryos and occasionally asking Jiang Lin for his opinion.
Jiang Lin's opinion was naturally to buy them all.
He was fairly well-off, anyway. If worst came to worst, he could buy something from the system shop and barter with the sword shop owner.
It was obvious, though, that Leng Bingqing was loaded.
After listening to Jiang Lin's opinion and buying all the sword embryos she had taken a fancy to, Leng Bingqing walked out of the shop side by side with Jiang Lin.
[ Ding... ]
The instant Jiang Lin and Leng