Leng Xuan was about to speak, but at this moment, he heard a cough coming from the other side of the house, "Is there anyone else here?"
"I said, this is none of your business." Xiao Yan took a few steps forward, staring with cold eyes, as if she might take action at any time.
"Yan'er, let him come over." An old voice came. Xiao Yan looked startled and said quickly: "Master, he..."
"Master?" After hearing these two words, Leng Xuan immediately walked towards the direction of the old man. Soon, an old man appeared in his sight. The old man was very ordinary and would not be lost in the crowd.
Attracting attention. However, Leng Xuan noticed that the other party was actually a soul, without a physical body, and did not even use red clay. Leng Xuan stepped forward, bowed his hands, and greeted: "Senior."
"Your name is Leng Xuan?" The old man had a faint smile and was amiable. "I just heard Yan'er mention you. Since my master and apprentice lived here, there has never been a guest. You are the first one. Please
Come in!" Seeing that the old man was about to invite Leng Xuan into the house, Xiao Yan quickly said: "Master, his identity is unknown, we'd better be careful, maybe he was sent by that person..."
Before she finished speaking, the old man made a gesture to stop her from talking, "Don't worry, he is not your master. I have lived for so many years. If I don't even have the ability to see people, then my life will be in vain."
That’s it. Little friend Leng, Yan’er has never left the mountain. If there is any rudeness, please bear with me.”
Leng Xuan smiled slightly and said: "Senior, what are you talking about? I take the liberty of disturbing you. I should be the one who is rude."
After entering the room, Leng Xuan glanced around and saw that the furnishings in the room were very simple and plain. There were no seats, only a bed. When the three of them sat on the floor, Leng Xuan asked: "Senior, what should I do before you ask me?
call."
"Tong Yan." The old man said, "How did you discover this place?"
At that moment, Leng Xuan told the two of them about the previous fight. "So that's it." Tong Yan said with a smile, "What a coincidence."
"Senior." Leng Xuan hesitated for a moment and asked, "Are you the city lord of Lingcheng?" This doubt has been plaguing his mind. It was a rare opportunity to face him directly, so he naturally wanted to ask clearly. "Lingcheng."
City Lord?" A glimmer of light flashed in Tong Yan's turbid eyes, but soon, the light disappeared without a trace, leaving only calmness, "That happened a long time ago, I am not the Lord of Lingcheng now, I am just an ordinary person.
Man, you must have noticed that my current cultivation level is almost zero, and I can only barely maintain this soul."
"Sure enough!" Leng Xuan secretly thought, the old man in front of him was indeed the mysterious city lord of Lingcheng back then. "Why?" he asked puzzledly, "Although thousands of years have passed, others still regard you as the city lord of Lingcheng.
"Tong Yan smiled lightly and said: "Are you talking about those people in Lingcheng? They are just kept in the dark and don't know the truth." After a pause, he turned to ask: "Didn't the three of them tell those people the truth?
people?"
"Three?" Leng Xuan was startled, then realized what he was saying, "You mean Feng Qingliu, Leng Yuehan, and Lin Hao?"
"That's right." Tong Yan nodded, "The three of them were all my confidants back then. They knew very well about my departure. I told them the reason."