More than three years had passed since "Gu Garden" opened. Quite a few customers had come through its doors, yet despite Li Yan's day-and-night anticipation, Luo Beixi had never appeared!
Li Yan was not anxious about it. It took time for his shop's reputation to spread, especially to a cultivator who lived in seclusion and rarely ventured out.
A piece of information that held no value to others, something they would not ordinarily think to mention, would take even longer to reach his ears.
Besides, his shop had only been open for a few years. What if the other party happened to be meditating in secluded cultivation and simply had not learned of this shop...
With such judgments in mind, Li Yan's seemingly carefree manner was no longer an act. Even if he had to wait here for ten or twenty years, that would still be perfectly normal.
So long as he could achieve his goal, this seemingly dull and tedious waiting was no problem at all for a cultivator skilled in assassination beneath the cover of night.
When Li Yan did things, he spent a great deal of time preparing in the early stages. Once everything began to move forward later on, he would appear calm and smooth.
It was already afternoon. As Li Yan read that ancient tome, the light at the entrance suddenly dimmed.
Just as Li Yan stopped rocking in his reclining chair and looked up, a voice reached him.
"Fellow Daoist Wang, every time I see you, I cannot help but envy you. This is what a true immortal's life should be like, unlike the rest of us, with our hearts stuffed full of trivial affairs. Hehehe..."
As the voice fell, a tall, thin figure appeared before the counter.
"Oh, so it is Fellow Daoist