"Daoist Lin, you truly are devoted to secluded cultivation. Getting to see you is no easy task."
As Chen Lin walked onto the second floor of a shop, Xu Shanjing greeted him with a warm smile.
"Greetings, Daoist Xu."
Chen Lin cupped his fists, then glanced around.
His brows immediately furrowed.
Seeing this, Xu Shanjing also glanced around in confusion. "What is it? Have you spotted someone you know, Daoist Lin?"
Chen Lin immediately withdrew his gaze and shook his head. "No. Is everyone here?"
No sooner had he spoken than a seductive figure approached.
"What, Daoist Lin? Are you trying to distance yourself from me? Do I not even count as an acquaintance anymore?"
Chen Lin's face darkened. Looking at Qu Sanniang opposite him, he said coldly, "You should make yourself clear, Daoist Qu. Haven't we merely conducted a few transactions?"
For some reason, this woman kept trying to cozy up to him, whether openly or subtly. He had barely contacted her during his three years in seclusion, yet she was still behaving this way.
At first, he had thought she had taken a fancy to his considerable wealth and wanted to become his woman, finding someone who could supply her with cultivation resources. After all, her shop's business was genuinely poor.
Now, however, he no longer thought so. She might have some other purpose.
At Chen Lin's words, Qu Sanniang's expression suddenly turned cold. Putting on an indignant look, she said, "So you thought they were merely transactions, Daoist Lin. It seems I was flattering myself!"
With that, she turned and returned to her original seat.
Chen Lin noticed that the dozen or so cultivators in the room were all looking over with inscrutable expressions, seemingly trying to figure out what sort of "transactions" he and Qu Sanniang