Song Yan glanced at Ling Xiaoxiao. If his guess was correct, Ling Xiaoxiao's father was already dead. This naive little girl was destined to die, either here or there. In this world... it's truly hard to live.
The elder rebuked, "Hosting an Immortal Master must not be neglected! It was my mistake to mistakenly serve a ten-year brew, but I cannot let the mistake continue! Immortal Master, wait a moment, I... will go fetch the correct one."
Ling Xiaoxiao wanted to speak, but was stopped by Song Yan.
"Elder, take your time."
"Immortal Master, please wait."
"No rush."
...
...
A moment later...
In a tent, Ling Xiaoxiao had gone out to "revisit old places and recover childhood memories," while an elder and a middle-aged man stood trembling inside the tent, recounting their stories verbatim to the seated young man.
Upon hearing, Song Yan understood.
Ling Xiaoxiao's father and a clan steward responsible for external affairs had already been replaced by two Demon Cultivators.
