The dark clouds pressed against the sky, and it was so heavy that it seemed like it was about to fall. Looking at the white light that flashed from time to time in the clouds, the townspeople were in a hurry. They all wanted to rush home before the storm.
Amidst the hurried pedestrians, a long-bearded old man was leisurely walking on the street.
The old man walked unhurriedly to the front of an inn. He glanced at the signboard and strode in.
Under the guidance of the waiter, the old man quickly arrived at a heaven-class private room.
After the waiter closed the door and left, a middle-aged man who had been sitting inside immediately stood up and bowed to the old man,"Greetings, Master Lin."
Taking off his cloak, Lin Renwu frowned and said,""Why didn't you say it in the valley? Why did you have to come to this inn?"
He took out a charm and lit it up. Yin Xiuliang replied: "Reporting to Sect Master Lin, this subordinate has already set up a formation here."
