Three days later, on Qingyan Island, Mei Ning and her brother were discussing something in their room. "Little sister, you must seize this opportunity. Once you pass this village, you won't find another shop like it."
Mei Ning blushed at his words and asked, "You think Senior Lin is a good man too, Brother?"
"More than good," her brother explained patiently. "After cultivating for years, some high-level cultivators develop strange tempers. Others are too old and look their age, while still others specialize in draining human cauldrons, ruining their foundations. But look at Senior Lin. He looks so young, he's handsome, and his cultivation is high. These past few days, he's been gentle and courteous toward you, never overstepping his bounds. Where else could you find someone like him?"
Mei Ning nodded repeatedly. "You're right, Brother. This really is my opportunity. Once we settle the matter with Fellow Daoist Fu, we'll leave here with Senior Lin."
Her brother smiled. "Good, then it's decided. I'll go out and buy some necessary supplies."
Mei Ning naturally had no objections. Over the past few days, she had raised every question that had troubled her since she began cultivating, and Lin He had answered them patiently, benefiting her greatly. Now that she had some free time again, she naturally wanted to ask him more questions about cultivation.
Her brother flew toward the nearest Market. He soon purchased a considerable quantity of supplies, but shortly after leaving the Market, he encountered the Young Man Surnamed Fu along the way.
A burly man with a full beard stood beside the Young Man Surnamed Fu. The young man wore a deeply respectful expression, which changed only when he saw Mei Ning's brother.
"It's you!"
At the sight of him, Mei Ning's brother seethed with anger. This man