"The master has left?"
Zha Ran Gu looked up and discovered that the figure sitting in meditation not far away had disappeared.
"It seems that the master doesn't care much about this matter."
Zha Ran Gu thought to himself, while simultaneously a hint of concern arose in his heart.
Xueyu Tavern had passed on the information as soon as possible to him, which surely meant they had sensed something different.
But Lin Yuan didn't even ask several detailed questions about it, which in Zha Ran Gu's view, was perhaps a bit too complacent?
Zha Ran Gu had no idea that Lin Yuan had already thoroughly understood the whole story through the information-sharing channels established by the external human civilization.
He even knew who was behind it all.
...
In the northwestern region of Xueyu Ancient Country.
It was a wasteland as far as the eye could see, filled with desolate Gobi everywhere.
On a sand dune, Lin Yuan stood quietly, his gaze fixed on a certain spot a hundred miles away.