Chen Li came out of Lin Qing's courtyard with murderous intent in his chest unabated, and without touching the ground, he headed straight for another monk surnamed Huang.
The courtyard gate was tightly shut, shrouded in formations, and it was unknown whether he had already left.
He lingered around nearby for most of the day but did not see the other party emerge. As the sun climbed higher and more pedestrians appeared on the streets, he considered the crowd's prying eyes and decided to temporarily give up, planning to find another opportunity.
As he turned to walk back home, he noticed that the cultivator surnamed Xiao's wife was there again. She paced back and forth in front of Lin Qing's courtyard door, her face anxious and worried.
Chen Li took a glance and then withdrew his gaze, preparing to open his formation.