"Ah? You didn't know about this? Wasn't it just the other day that someone from your Lingxing Peak took a token to our hall's intelligence storeroom to retrieve some information? I happened to be on duty there at that time. Recently, due to a shortage of personnel here, the Deputy Hall Master had me transferred here again; it really keeps me extremely busy." The middle-aged cultivator was also very surprised and still carried some complaints in his voice.
Yuan Ming's heart sank. Shen Lingyun had sent someone to fetch intelligence ahead of time? Then why hadn't he informed him beforehand? Could there be some hidden circumstances?
He carefully recalled the scene of his interaction with Shen Lingyun, pondered for a long while, and gradually formed a plan.
After confirming Yuan Ming's token and purpose, the middle-aged cultivator did not further trouble Yuan Ming and busied himself with his own matters.
