Han Ling didn't accept the house the Han family had sent over.
This was something he wanted to buy himself—after all, the meaning behind it was far too important.
He asked Leander to help him look for a place, handed over the results of his divination showing locations near spiritual energy or ley lines, and even passed him a bank card.
"In this world, you can buy most things if you have money,"
he told Leander with a faint smile.
"Much better than the Immortal Realm."
Leander arched a brow, tilting his head toward him.
"Immortal Realm?"
He was a little surprised Han Ling would suddenly bring this up.
"Sounds like you have quite a few complaints about it."
Han Ling's lips curved in amusement, a trace of teasing glinting in his eyes.
He knew Leander probably had doubts about his true identity, but he didn't mind telling him. After all, before long, they would be bound as Dao companions.
