Jianmu Branch, Tree of Life. Jun Ling Yuan had never expected that he would run into Shen Yun so coincidentally when he had merely come to buy some spirit medicine.
What exactly is this kid plotting?
As he watched the white-clad figure walk straight toward him and take a seat beside him without the slightest hesitation, even his remarkable composure failed him, and the corner of his eye twitched faintly.
" sect master Jun, long time no see."
Shen Yun smiled calmly, his gaze seeming capable of piercing the human heart, carrying a hint of scrutiny usually reserved for thieves.
"fellow daoist Shen, I trust you've been well."
Jun Ling Yuan forcibly suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart and barely pulled out a smile, yet it looked even uglier than crying.
He had just been plotting in secret, attempting to control the Little Martial Saint and have him monitor Shen Yun, thereby drawing out Azure Dragon's whereabouts.
Who could have known that in the blink of an eye, the real target himself would make a dazzling entrance?
The sense of oppression from so close at hand made his back turn cold. He even began to wonder whether he had already been exposed.
However, the spectators present knew nothing of the truth.
Seeing the two sitting beside each other, they merely assumed that the two came from the Eastern Divine Continent and had some special private connection.
In the VIP seats at the front, an elegant young man took in this subtle scene in its entirety.
He rose calmly and walked before Shen Yun, speaking with a smile: "When we parted at the Purple Firmament Palace last time, I had no opportunity to speak with Fellow Daoist at length. I've always considered it a regret. Today, I can finally