Chapter 207: Lin Yang Being Followed

At this moment, everyone of the Qingyun Sect was full of doubt, never expecting that Nangong Lingling would actually make such a decision on the spot.

Recalling that not long ago, the Sect Leader of the Yushen Sect, Jiang Shanhai, personally visited, had already left them bewildered.

Now the Sect Leader of the Huan Yue Sect, Nangong Batian, has appeared with his daughter, truly making them uneasy.

After all, these two great sects are famous and powerful in Zhongzhou; any one of them could easily crush the Qingyun Sect.

Elder Mao Ping hurried forward with quick steps, his expression concerned yet somewhat cautious, and spoke to advise.

"Sect Leader Nangong, although Peak Master Lin said he would come to participate in the Qingzhou Grand Competition, his whereabouts are always unpredictable, appearing and disappearing without trace."

"If you wait here anxiously, you'll likely waste a lot of time. In my opinion, it would be better for you to leave an address; when Peak Master Lin appears, I will immediately send someone to notify him to come visit—what do you think?"

Although the other party had come to settle a debt, having such a powerful figure staying in the Qingyun Sect's rest cottage left Elder Mao Ping feeling uneasy and unable to settle down.

Nangong Batian, upon hearing this, slightly narrowed his eyes, his gaze flickering as if in thought.

Just then.

He caught sight of Jiang Shanhai nearby and couldn't help but frown slightly.

Even Jiang Shanhai has come—could Peak Master Lin really possess something extraordinary?

When his daughter Nangong Lingling was rescued and returned to the Huan Yue Sect, describing the Peak Master Lin who saved her, she portrayed him as handsome and graceful, charming and unrestrained.

His strength is profound and unfathomable; even his attendants possess the strength of a Quasi-Emperor.

How could such a person not arouse his curiosity?

Precisely because of this curiosity, he came in person to visit, wanting to investigate thoroughly.

Now seeing Jiang Shanhai here as well, his curiosity grew even stronger.

Thus, he spoke with a firm tone: "It's fine; I have plenty of time to wait here."

"Elder, you won't be unwilling to welcome me, will you?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Elder Mao Ping felt his eyelid twitch and secretly cursed.

They've put it this way; how could I still have any room to refuse?

Helpless, he forced a smile and said: "In that case, Sect Leader Nangong, please come inside."

Nangong Batian nodded, his composure calm, and walked in with steady steps.

He went straight to Jiang Shanhai, a flicker of surprise in his eyes, and said with a hint of teasing: "Oh? Brother Shanhai, how come you're here?"

Jiang Shanhai wore a gentle smile and replied leisurely: "Nothing major, just came to familiarize myself with the scene."

Although the Yushen Sect and the Huan Yue Sect both reside in Zhongzhou, over the years the two sects have been openly and covertly fighting without cease.

Each covets the other's sphere of influence, and in private each hopes to annex the other.

Precisely for this reason, between Jiang Shanhai and Nangong Batian, while they appear courteous on the surface, they actually harbor hidden schemes, with little genuine warmth.

Seeing that Jiang Shanhai did not wish to talk further, Nangong Batian secretly pondered.

Today, no matter what, I must stay behind to see what scheme this old fox is plotting.

Thinking thus, Nangong Batian and Nangong Lingling sat down steadily in the seats to the side.

They drank their tea as if no one else were present.

However, their eyes occasionally swept over the people in the room, as if searching for something.

Seeing this, the elders of the Qingyun Sect exchanged glances, daring not to speak lightly.

They could only communicate their unease through glances.

Elder Mao Ping secretly sighed and gave a subtle glance to the other elders beside him.

Signaling them to covertly monitor these two distinguished guests' every move, just in case.

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Meanwhile.

Lin Yang stepped upon the void and slowly descended onto Yun City in Qingzhou.

Yun City, being the largest city within Qingzhou, is extraordinarily bustling.

On streets and alleys, the cries of vendors and the sound of laughter intertwine.

Shops line the streets.

Prosperity like brocade.

Amid the flowing carriages and horses, Lin Yang was instantly drawn to a tavern named "Monkey Wine".

The tavern is grand in scale, with people coming and going, surrounded by shady green trees, making the scenery pleasant.

Lin Yang felt a stir in his heart, thinking, "When life goes well, one must indulge to the fullest."

Moreover, for this Qingzhou Grand Competition, he had never intended to represent the Qingyun Sect; he was just looking for a place to relax, so he stepped into the tavern.

Inside the tavern, Lin Yang ordered a pot of Monkey Wine and a plate of peanuts.

He sat leisurely by the window, grabbing a handful of peanuts and taking a sip of Monkey Wine.

However, as soon as it entered his mouth.

Lin Yang slightly furrowed his brow and lightly shook his head.

The taste of this Monkey Wine pales in comparison to the Hero Wine he usually loves, falling far short.

He set down the cup, lingered a moment, then rose and left.

Just as Lin Yang rose, a casually dressed old man in the tavern's corner brightened.

This old man bore a thin chest, exuding a faint scent of alcohol, as if he were already somewhat drunk.

He fixed his gaze on the direction Lin Yang had gone, a flicker of cunning in his eyes, then rose unhurriedly and staggered after him.

After leaving the tavern, Lin Yang had originally intended to find a quiet place to enjoy several bowls of his own improved Hero Wine.

But having walked only a short distance, he keenly sensed someone following him from behind.

Lin Yang's lips curled slightly, revealing a faint smile, and he deliberately quickened his pace, heading toward a less crowded place.

Seeing Lin Yang suddenly speed up, the disheveled old man hurriedly followed; although his steps were a bit unsteady, his speed was not slow.

After a few dodges, Lin Yang arrived at a secluded alley rarely visited by people.

He flashed his body, leaping onto the rooftop like a ghost.

The old man chased into the alley, looked left and right, but discovered Lin Yang had vanished.

He anxiously searched everywhere, muttering: "Where is he? Where did this brat run off to?"

Just then, Lin Yang leapt down from the rooftop and landed steadily in front of the old man.

His expression was calm, yet his eyes showed a hint of sharpness as he slowly asked: "Speak, why are you sneaking around following me?"

At first, Lin Yang thought the one following him was someone with ill intentions.

But upon seeing the old man's drunken appearance, he felt he wasn't here for money.

Caught on the spot by Lin Yang, the old man showed no trace of guilt.

He stared straight at Lin Yang and slowly said: "Old me, after calculating with my fingers, you surely have good wine."

Lin Yang stared at the old man, secretly amused; indeed, this old fellow had followed him for the wine.

He said: "Congratulations, you got it right."

Hearing Lin Yang's answer, the old man got so excited he almost jumped up, the wrinkles on his face blooming like a flower.

Recalling how, just earlier in the tavern, Lin Yang had taken only a sip of monkey wine and left with a disappointed face, he became even more certain that Lin Yang must be hiding some supreme wine.

Thus, the old man endured, pleading: "Old me, may I drink together with you, young friend?"