Cloud Mist Mountain Range.
Under the bright moonlight, in a forest.
Among the three, Old Hu sat alone at a distance, Lin Chang'an had a peculiar expression on his face, while Yun Yao coldly checked the spoils of the dead cultivator.
The slain cultivator was actually one of the top ten Foundation Establishment cultivators in the West District Market from years ago.
"Old Lin, I told you before I discovered this person's tracks, never thought secretly tracking him would lead us to bump into each other, you really tricked me, Old Hu, said you were in seclusion for cultivation…"
After all this time, it turns out it was still due to the Black Market from back then.
Especially since Old Hu indeed came to him before, making Lin Chang'an feel somewhat embarrassed, it seemed that was indeed the case.
He was solely focused on the Secret Realm, naturally not expecting any sidetracks.
If he had been more attentive earlier, perhaps he could have discovered the other's intention long ago.
