"What did I say wrong? Why did he leave?"
The brown-robed cultivator's face turned grim, his gaze sharp as he stared at Zhao Lin's retreating figure.
"I don't think it was anything we said. The man's just too cautious."
The cultivator with the Mortal Spirit Root said cautiously.
"No, something must have given us away."
The brown-robed cultivator sighed. "What a shame. Such a good opportunity, and he was so close to getting on the boat."
Two cultivators came down from the boat, and one of them asked, "Deputy Hall Master, should we follow him?"
The brown-robed cultivator slowly shook his head. "We've all been seen. Let's go back and get a different group..."
"That was close!"
Zhao Lin's lips curled. He retracted his ultrasonic senses and walked into the marketplace as if nothing was amiss.
Judging from their conversation, they were most likely from the Li family of Three Mountains County.
