"Can you tell me where the body is buried?"
"I can't."
Lu Yuan refused. "I don't want to get involved with you people. If it weren't for certain circumstances, I wouldn't have wanted to do him this favor. I hope you understand."
"I understand." The plump shopkeeper nodded knowingly.
Lu Yuan walked to the door, then suddenly turned back. "Shopkeeper, I don't have to pay for today's meal, do I?"
The plump shopkeeper froze for a moment, then smiled. "Of course not."
Lu Yuan turned and left without hesitation. He truly had no interest in getting caught up in the mess between the Six Doors and the Imperial Guards. As soon as he left the inn, he mounted his horse and set off for Lingbao County. He remained on guard. The Taiping Sect is up to no good, spreading disease to win people's hearts. The places where they've been active lately won't be peaceful. Unless necessary, I'd better not leave Lingbao County—or even step outside my home. Focusing on cultivation is the right path!
The world was in chaos, with all sorts of forces tangled together—the people, the authorities. He was just a lowly Martial Artist. It was best to stay far from the whirlpool and protect himself.
After returning home, Lu Yuan threw himself back into his single-minded cultivation. Everyone in the Lu Family knew that the times were turbulent, and they had even put their business on hold for the most part. In Lu Longjing's eyes, if they lost their business, they could earn the money again; if they lost their lives, all would be over. Wealth was ultimately just an external possession.
And so, within the small courtyard of the Lu Family, Lu Yuan carved out a quiet world for himself. No matter how the storm gathered