Encountering Han Lingyue gave Chen Lin the urge to leave Guyuan City immediately.
When he had bombed Yu Yuehai with Thunderbolt No. 4, he had caught all the patriarchs of the Five Major Families in the blast!
If they had all died, that was fine. What worried him was that a survivor might spread the news and come looking for revenge.
Even without his bombing them, Yu Yuehai would have refined those people into pills. But the human heart was unfathomable. Who would bother reasoning with a mere rogue cultivator in the mid Qi Refinement realm?
Chen Lin was even more worried that Yu Yuehai was still alive. If the man followed some faint trail of clues and found him, wouldn't he swallow him alive?
That left him feeling like a bird startled by the twang of a bow.
But on second thought, Han Lingyue did not know him, so there should not be much of a problem.
Quite a few cultivators had escaped Kaiyuan City. If he left for somewhere else, he might encounter someone stronger-or even someone who recognized him. He was better off staying here.
Besides, the Trading Convention was about to begin. He needed to purchase a batch of materials to condense the Nameless Sword Qi and deal with the Melanin Insect.
After carefully thinking it through, Chen Lin decided the risk was small and returned to Guyuan City.
Resuming his middle-aged appearance, he returned to the inn and found Bai Yunyue sitting in the lobby, looking anxious.
"Ah, Daoist Lin, you're finally back!"
At the sight of Chen Lin, Bai Yunyue visibly relaxed and hurried over to greet him.
"Did you need something from me, Fellow Daoist Bai?"
Chen Lin asked in surprise.
"Oh, here's what happened. My father's injuries have improved somewhat, and he