The thought that this might involve something bizarre weighed even more heavily on Chen Lin. He quickened his pace and soon reached the vicinity of his cave abode.
Suddenly, he heard the sounds of fighting.
They seemed to be coming from Qian Li's cave abode.
Chen Lin had no intention of getting involved, but their abodes were neighbors. To avoid any trouble spilling over onto him, he moved closer to take a look.
Then he froze.
The entrance to Qian Li's cave abode stood wide open, and two young men wearing Qingyang Sect disciple robes were attacking him.
Qian Li's face was flushed, his expression crazed. He fought on the move, panting heavily, and lunged at one of them whenever he found an opening.
Chen Lin's mouth twitched.
Qian Li looked very much like the symptoms the shopkeeper had described. The fellow clearly hadn't listened to his advice and had gone to Wuzhen Tower after all, seeking to join Fairy Zixia on Mount Wu's great path of passion.
Well, now he hadn't reached any great path-he had plunged straight into a dung pit instead.
Chen Lin did not step forward. He watched from concealment.
Then he paused again.
He recognized one of the two Qingyang Sect disciples. It was He Yunhuan, who had delivered the killing intent to him that day.
The other was also a pretty boy, exceptionally handsome, and Qian Li's lunges were always aimed at him.
He really does go for both men and women!
Chen Lin grimaced, felt his backside clench, and concealed himself a little more thoroughly.
There was little he could do to help in a situation like this. Both Qingyun Sect disciples were late-stage Qi Condensation cultivators, so they were unlikely to come off worse.
They were probably wary of Qian Li's background