Noon.
Ling Chen was about to head out to Drunken Fairy Tower to meet Qin Xianzi.
Now, the storm caused by the assassination attempt on the Steward of Purple Cloud Commerce had gradually subsided, and he finally didn't need to be overly cautious.
However, as soon as he stepped out the door, he saw a Cultivator covered in numerous chaotic footprints kneeling in front of his house.
He glanced at the man, and noticed his face was swollen beyond recognition, making it difficult for Ling Chen to recognize him at first glance.
"Excuse me, could you please not block the way?"
Ling Chen frowned slightly.
Blocking the door in broad daylight, where are your manners!
And how on earth does the Academic Palace's guard do his job, allowing beggars to come in?
"Ling Chen!"
The kneeling Cultivator suddenly shouted loudly, startling Ling Chen.
"Hiss!"
