Inside Myriad Spirit City.
Chen Lin made no attempt to conceal himself and went straight to Tianyi Pavilion.
"Where is Ximen Wuxue? Tell him to come out and see me, or don't blame me for laying hands on your Myriad Spirit Sect's disciples!"
At the sight of the shopkeeper, Chen Lin spoke in an icy voice.
He had been thoroughly used this time, making an enemy of the Shadow-Transforming Sect for no reason. It was one of the Three Great Factions in the city, with a Ninth Layer Dao Rhyme expert among its ranks.
He had also learned the identity of the man in white. He was Mo Ziyuan, the son of the Shadow-Transforming Sect's Great Elder, Mo Qianfan.
He could not simply hold his nose and swallow such an enormous, undeserved trouble. He had to make the other party understand that he was not someone they could use whenever they pleased!
"Please calm your anger, Senior."
The shopkeeper hurried forward and said respectfully, "After you left, Senior, the Cult Leader announced that he would enter our sect's Secret Realm for secluded cultivation and would not emerge until his body had fully recovered. Only the Cult Leader knows where our Secret Realm is. We have no way of finding or contacting him."
At this point, the shopkeeper took out an antique-looking box and offered it to Chen Lin. "Before leaving, the Cult Leader instructed me to give this to you, Senior. She also asked me to convey a message: she owes you her life, will always remember this kindness, and will surely repay you generously!"
Chen Lin frowned.
That woman had even anticipated that he would return here and gone into hiding beforehand. Finding her would probably be difficult now.
"Is that so? Then let's see where he can hide!"