Jiang Xiaoyu led Jian Yue toward Blackwood Cliff.
He had never expected that, so soon after descending the mountain for training, he would already be heading back.
As they passed through a city, Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly asked, "Senior, would you like to taste fine wine from three hundred years later?"
Jian Yue glanced at Jiang Xiaoyu. "Certainly. I'll give it a taste."
He suspected Jiang Xiaoyu wanted to seize the chance to slip away, but in his presence, there was no possibility of that.
Jiang Xiaoyu had no intention of slipping away at all. He let Jian Yue choose the restaurant, let him choose their table and seats, and even let him order the food and wine.
Yet the message still got out.
Blackwood Cliff.
Lin Lang frowned slightly as he listened to Wen Chouchou's report.
"An unfamiliar swordsman has appeared beside Xiaoyu, and Xiaoyu even calls him senior?"
Did that mean some old monster living in seclusion had emerged?
Moreover, Jiang Xiaoyu showed no intention of slipping away, which left only two possibilities.
One was that Jiang Xiaoyu thought he could gain something from the man. Jiang Xiaoyu was cunning as a fox.
The other was that Jiang Xiaoyu wasn't confident he could escape, so he had simply chosen not to take the risk.
Being so conspicuous was also his way of notifying Blackwood Cliff-of notifying him.
"Imperial Preceptor, the Holy Son is bringing that man toward Blackwood Cliff."
Hearing this, Lin Lang was no longer in a hurry. "Then we'll wait. Let's see who dares hold my personal disciple hostage!"
He only had this one personal disciple, who was now also the Holy Son of the Sun Moon Holy Cult and handled matters very much to Lin Lang's liking.
Still, it looked as though nothing unexpected would happen.