Seeing Luo Pengfei's suspicious expression, the elder hurried forward a few steps.
"Wise Sect Master."
"I have already investigated. After Mister Yi left the Myriad Treasures Pavilion, someone accompanied him to the western district."
"After making inquiries from many sides, I learned that this man is named Bao Congxin. He is timid as a mouse and of meager cultivation, having long made a living doing odd jobs. Many people witnessed the matter; there can be no falsehood."
"Mister Yi is staying at the Yuelai Inn ahead. Go west past the intersection for a hundred zhang, and you will arrive."
Listening to the orderly voice transmission, Luo Pengfei continued onward.
Not long after crossing the four-way intersection.
A small inn's doorway came into view. Even the words "Yuelai Inn" on its sign had blurred, yet voices constantly rose from within. It seemed quite a few low-level cultivators ate and lodged there.
If life in the city had not been so difficult, what cultivator would willingly squeeze into such a shabby inn?
With Mister Yi's cultivation, he could still stay in a place like this. Such a state of mind was indeed extraordinary. Before even meeting him, Luo Pengfei already found him unfathomable.
As Luo Pengfei looked on and sighed inwardly.
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Xu Baichuan, also dressed in plain robes, approached from behind.
At the elder's reminder, Luo Pengfei turned back and narrowed his eyes.
That old bastard had indeed come too.
This encounter was absolutely no coincidence.
The old fellow must have thought the same as him. He had come to meet Mister Yi first, get himself familiar with him, and forge some ties so that he could reap benefits later.
The Island Master was currently in seclusion.
Whoever could cling to this expert would surely have greater confidence.
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