Yun Lintian stepped into the city, his eyes scanning the surroundings. The streets were packed with merchants, cultivators, and nobles. The air buzzed with energy, a mix of commerce and power struggles.
His first stop was a teahouse—a place where rumors flowed as freely as tea. He took a seat in a quiet corner, ordering a pot of spirit tea. As he sipped, he listened.
Yun Lintian sat quietly in the teahouse, sipping his spirit tea while Linlin and Qingqing happily munched on pastries beside him. His ears picked up the surrounding conversations—merchants haggling, cultivators boasting, nobles scheming. But nothing about any ancient artifact.
He sighed inwardly. Even a True God like me is helpless in this situation.
Just as he lamented, a loud conversation from a nearby table caught his attention.
"—heard the Ye Clan is in trouble now that their young master's cultivation was crippled!"
