Upon hearing Daoist Qing Yuan, brother of Qingyang, speak at length, Li Yu frowned.
He had always been a practical person, and what Qing Yuan said left him with a less favorable impression.
It quite resembled those fortune tellers at street stalls before the Doomsday, telling you that you'd face a disaster soon.
Inwardly, Li Yu wondered: Qingyang was capable; how could he have such an unreliable brother?
With a hint of disappointment in his eyes, he told Qing Yuan, "Daoist, thank you. It's been a bumpy journey; I'll arrange accommodations for you to rest."
This was only for Qingyang's sake, otherwise he would have asked them to leave long ago.
Daoist Qing Yuan looked up and noticed Li Yu seemed somewhat impatient.
He sighed inwardly and shook his head, choosing not to say anything.
