"Don't be rude, Little Hong!" Tong Liya revealed a rare cold voice. She looked at Yun Lintian and said. "I apologize to you on her behalf. Please do not take offense, Young Master Yun."
Yun Lintian glanced at Mu Qiuxue, and the latter retracted her power. He turned to Tong Liya and said plainly. "I suggest you should get rid of her as soon as possible. She would bring you a disaster one day."
"You!" Little Hong was angry but quickly held back as she saw Tong Liya glare at her.
Tong Liya said apologetically. "I understand what Young Master Yun says, but please forgive me. Little Hong has been with me since I was young. I cannot simply chase her away."
Yun Lintian chuckled. "That's your problem. I just give you a suggestion." He suddenly stood up and said. "Thank you for the tea, Saintess Tong. I wish you good luck finding a coolie."
He hugged Linlin and walked out of the room without looking back.
Mu Qiuxue slowly stood up and said. "Does he look like he lacks something?" She shook her head slightly and followed Yun Lintian out.
Tong Liya watched Mu Qiuxue leave with a thoughtful expression. She wasn't frustrated about it but rather pitying for missing out on such a good candidate. As for Mu Qiuxue's words, how could she not see that Yun Lintian didn't need anything? She simply wanted to try out.
Tong Liya sighed softly and turned to Little Hong. "You have to restrain your temper next time."
Even though Little Hong was dissatisfied, she still obediently replied. "Yes, Saintess."
After leaving the room, Yun Lintian shook his head slightly. He didn't understand where Tong Liya's confidence came from to think he would agree with the request.
"Hmm?" At this moment, Yun Lintian saw a young man walk toward him. This person exuded a sharp aura that usually belonged to a sword practitioner.
The young man was naturally Wen Zishan, who had just arrived. Wen Zishan glanced at Yun Lintian, and his eyes flickered slightly.
As their gazes met, Yun Lintian felt as though countless blades were piercing every part of his body, causing a tingling pain to spread all over the place.
Yun Lintian narrowed his eyes slightly, and his pupils turned golden for a split second.
All of a sudden, Wen Zishan's pupils instantly constricted, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
"Young Master!" The middle-aged man hurriedly came to Wen Zishan's side, but he was stopped by the latter.
"I'm fine." Wen Zishan wiped the bloodstain out of the corner of his mouth while staring at Yun Lintian solemnly.
He cupped his fists and said. "Eternal Sword Sect's Wen Zishan. May I know your name, brother?"
Yun Lintian smiled faintly. "Misty Cloud Sect's Yun Lintian."
"Misty Cloud Sect?" The middle-aged man's brows knitted together. He had never heard the name before. Where could this sect be?
Wen Zishan said with a polite smile. "Can I invite you for a drink later, Brother Yun?"
"Sure. I will stay in this city for a few days." Yun Lintian nodded and walked away.
At this moment, the middle-aged man secretly spread his Spiritual Sense to probe Yun Lintian, but his movement suddenly froze as a bone-chilling breeze blew out.
He turned in the room's direction and saw Mu Qiuxue slowly walking over.
Mu Qiuxue glanced at the middle-aged man and Wen Zishan and walked past them by leaving a sentence. "You shouldn't have any wishful thinking."
The middle-aged man sweated profusely as he watched Mu Qiuxue disappear at the end of the corridor.
Wen Zishan smiled faintly. "Interesting. No wonder Tong Liyan wants to rope him in." As he spoke, he glanced at the middle-aged man. "Uncle Sun, don't you know it's rude to probe others like that?"
The middle-aged man, Sun Hao, smiled bitterly. "I was wrong."
"It's good that you know. Let's go in." Wen Zishan laughed slightly and walked into Tong Liya's room.
"Big Brother Yun?" After leaving the restaurant, Linlin tilted her head to look at Yun Lintian in doubt. If it was her, she would definitely slap Wen Zishan's head a long time ago for attacking her.
"You want to ask why I am being friendly with him?" Yun Lintian stroked Linlin's head and said further. "Compared to Tong Liya, I like a straightforward person like Wen Zishan more."
"Why do I feel strange about this sentence?" Following behind, Mu Qiuxue said calmly.
Yun Lintian's face twitched slightly. Why did this woman suddenly crack a joke?
"Well, at least he won't play a trick in front of me." Yun Lintian said while looking for a place to live.
Walking along the bustling street, Yun Lintian felt like he had returned to Earth. It had been a long time since he had experienced this atmosphere. He couldn't help but become relaxed.
All of a sudden, a gentle melody of zither rang out from the end of the street. Yun Lintian was surprised slightly as he didn't expect to see a street show here.
He followed the sound and arrived at a spacious square with a moderate wooden stage in the center.
On the stage, a beautiful woman in a thin white dress with a veil covering half of her face was smoothly plucking the zither's strings. Her movement was soft and elegant, exuding a mesmerizing charm that was hardly resisted.
The audience below the stage were wearing the same expressions. They closed their eyes, absorbing the heavenly melody with calm smiles at the corner of their mouths.
"What a powerful artistic concept." Yun Lintian couldn't help praising.
Although he was an idiot when it came to music, as someone who grew up listening to Yun Ruanyu's music almost every day, he was able to differentiate the level of the music's artistic concept.
"Indeed." Mu Qiuxue nodded her head in agreement. Aside from her battle talent, she was also proficient in painting and music. This person's level wasn't something an ordinary person could have. She must be someone with a powerful background.
"Ding!" As the woman finished her last melody, she raised her head gently, and her pair of magnificent eyes quickly swept over the crowd. A trace of surprise appeared in the depth of her eyes when she saw Yun Lintian and Mu Qiuxue standing there unaffected.
Yun Lintian nodded his head politely to her and walked away with Mu Qiuxue under the woman's curious gaze.