"I don't know him, but I've seen him." The tall woman offered a perfunctory reply, her hand unconsciously releasing the young man. A wave of anger instantly flared in the young man's heart. He had been courting this woman for quite some time and had finally grown somewhat closer to her, yet in front of this silver-haired man, Xia Qi'er had quietly widened the distance between them. He could not well vent his anger on Xia Qi'er, but towards this obscure man before him whom he had never seen before, was he supposed to treat him with a pleasant face?
"You don't know him?" As the young man was pondering how to trouble Lu Xiaotian and salvage his pride, he saw Lu Xiaotian walk towards the tightly closed gates, wondering inwardly if this silver-haired man might be the master of this place.
Lu Xiaotian's actions quickly confirmed the young man's guess. The young man sneered; the City of Nascent Spirits naturally prohibited private brawls, but since this was the master of the courtyard, renting in such a remote place—though the plot was not small, it was after all a haunt for people of the lower classes. At once, the young man lost much of his reservation, strode forward, and looked down at Lu Xiaotian with a condescending gaze, saying, "You are the master of this place? What is your surname and given name?"
"My surname is Lu, you may call me Alchemist Lu. Is the brother here to commission pill-refining?" Lu Xiaotian glanced at the young man, clearly seeing that this person meant no good, yet since he was opening his doors to guests and had yet to make a single transaction, there was no reason to turn people away. He still needed to earn spirit crystals later on, so