The next day, after a night of rest, Lin Tianming and his companion felt their fatigue of over twenty days vanish as they sat in the small courtyard, sipping tea and chatting leisurely.
"Fifteenth Grandfather, did you keep a way to contact Senior Ye? Otherwise, in such a vast market, how could we possibly find a Foundation Establishment Cultivator? It's almost like looking for a needle in a haystack."
Lin Shilu picked up a teacup from the stone table, took a sip, and calmly said:
"I've been to Qianchuan Market a few times and have even met Daoist Ye once. I kept a way to contact him. Let me send a message now; I believe he will reply once he receives it, so don't worry."
Lin Shilu formed a hand gesture and sent a message. In less than a moment, a flash of spiritual light soared into the void and disappeared.
Half an hour passed, and Lin Shilu had yet to receive any reply. Lin Tianming and he were both quite helpless.
