"From that description, he sounded like some big shot..."
Aaron scrutinized Li Xiao from every angle, yet still could not see anything extraordinary about the boy.
Could it be... this kid was also one of fate's chosen protagonists? Had I unwittingly stepped into the vortex? Was it still too late to pull out now?
As for some blind old Daoist, or secrets like treasure maps, Aaron wanted nothing to do with them.
He still planned to slack off for a thousand years!
Getting involved in this sort of thing now was far too early.
With that thought, he asked no more questions. Instead, he drank by himself. Only after drinking to his heart's content did he pay for the wine and stagger home.
Li Xiao watched Aaron's back disappear before returning to the inn.
There were no other guests in the inn at the moment, so he closed early and sent his wife to look after the child.
He himself furtively took several steamed buns, a plate of braised pork, and a pot of wine from the kitchen, packed them into a box, and went to a certain spot in the inn's wine cellar. With another lift, a passage appeared.
The hidden chamber in the cellar was exceedingly well concealed. It had been designed by the Li Family's ancestors to evade the chaos of war and had long since fallen into disuse; even Second Aunt Li had nearly forgotten about it.
Yet when Li Xiao discovered it as a child, he had treated it like a priceless treasure, making it his secret base and hiding a few little trinkets inside.
Not long after entering, he saw a bean-sized point of lamplight.
There was actually someone else in the hidden chamber, sitting cross-legged in meditation. Wisps of white vapor rose from