Seeing Luo Ziqing took Chen Lin somewhat by surprise.
But on second thought, it was perfectly normal. The Ma Family was a subordinate lineage of the Qingyun Sect, and Luo Ziqing was a disciple of that sect. There was nothing strange about him being here.
So he put it out of his mind and followed his guide briskly toward a building.
Luo Ziqing and another young man walked out through the gatehouse. The cultivator at the first layer of Qi Condensation standing guard immediately bowed to them, but neither spared him a glance as they headed straight down the road.
Once outside, Luo Ziqing glanced back at Chen Lin's retreating figure.
"What is it, cousin? Do you know that man?"
Noticing this, the White-Robed Youth asked curiously.
Luo Ziqing nodded. "Yes. He's wearing a Disguise Mask, but he can't escape my Sense Technique."
"Oh? Which family is he from? Anyone who comes to the estate to buy spiritual herbs is a regular customer!"
The White-Robed Youth also glanced back, but Chen Lin had already disappeared from view.
Luo Ziqing shook his head. "Nothing important. He probably isn't a local cultivator from Guyuan City. I saw him at the trading convention and bought a python skin from him."
"A python skin? The one you brought out last time, cousin?" The White-Robed Youth's eyes flickered slightly.
Luo Ziqing nodded. "That's right, that one. Back then, I suspected the python might be connected to the flood dragon we were looking for. Python-type monster beasts are rare in the northern Broken Dream Mountain Range, after all."
"But that no longer matters. Now that we've found traces of the flood dragon, we needn't bother with anything else. With everyone's attention on the Ancient Cultivator Cave Abode right now, our priority is to hunt down the