How could it be this ragged?
He suppressed the doubt in his heart.
Following the address given by Aunt Lan, he weaved through several dark alleys, avoiding a few patrols of demon cultivators, and arrived at an unremarkable inn.
He pushed open the door, and the smell of cheap spiritual wine hit him in the face.
The inn had mediocre business, with only a few low-level loose cultivators drinking cloudy wine.
One of the loose cultivators with a hunched figure saw Chen Ye coming and gestured for him to follow upstairs.
Chen Ye followed without any change in expression.
In the private room on the second floor.
"Taoist Friend Chen, under the current circumstances, only by combining our efforts can we succeed."
Aunt Lan's voice came from under the bamboo hat, slightly trembling,
