"Wow."
The child cried out again, interrupting Chen Xuantian's contemplation.
"What's wrong now..."
Following the child's gaze, Chen Xuantian saw a green-robed man brewing tea in the pavilion in the distance.
"Will it ever end..."
Chen Xuantian sighed and carried the child down the mountain, walking into the pavilion and cupping his hands towards the man,
"You must be the tea from the inn."
The green-robed man was startled, bewildered,
"No, I'm the shopkeeper."
"..."
The shopkeeper glanced at Chen Xuantian,
"Fellow Daoist, you have quite a skill. Although my junior brother indeed faced a dire calamity, resulting in Soldier Disintegration, to be defeated by a Golden Core Stage cultivator was unexpected. May I ask which esteemed master you honor? What's your teacher's name?"
Chen Xuantian waved his hand,
"People meet by fate from a thousand miles away; there's no need to have known each other before meeting. No need to thank me, shopkeeper. Farewell."
"Hold on."
