The next day.
Early that morning, Cook Zeng took his leave. Lin Changheng was not in seclusion and personally saw him out.
But they did not leave through the same place he had entered. Instead, they went in another direction.
At a corner of the mudflats on the western side, Lin opened a small gap in the formation, allowing him to slip quietly into the water, swim underwater for a distance, then emerge and fly away.
In truth, Cook Zeng was quite meticulous.
He had probably realized how he had exposed himself and altered his appearance, even making slight adjustments to his build. Of course, under Lin Changheng's gaze, such techniques were somewhat crude and immature, leaving him nowhere to hide.
Still, they were more than adequate for concealing him from the notice and scrutiny of cultivators unversed in such methods.
"Brother Lin, the matter of the new [mystic spirit essence blood] I mentioned earlier will have to be delayed a little. We can only continue once this is over."
Cook Zeng had fully achieved his purpose in coming for medicine, but when he thought of Lin's needs... he could not help sighing and explaining apologetically.
"Let's get through this crisis first."
Lin Changheng appeared quite understanding. Knowing what took priority, he comforted him instead.
"Thank you for understanding."
In truth, Cook Zeng had said this because he feared his lineage's unfulfilled promise would displease Lin Changheng. War created enormous demand for elixirs, and they needed to rely on him, which made for a considerable conflict.
An explanation was therefore essential.
Lin Changheng stood where he was, watching the formation slowly close. His expression was far from pleasant.
The Huang Household had indeed put considerable thought and effort into the new essence blood they had promised. Even with Huang