Chapter 2191 Young Master (1)

Chapter 2191 Young Master (1)

Yun Ling glared at them angrily as she spoke. "Please, Young Master, ignore them. They're just barking dogs."

Yun Lintian chuckled softly, the sound strangely devoid of anger. "Little Ling," he said, his voice calm and collected, "they're merely characters playing their parts. Let them have their fun."

His nonchalant demeanor caught the Chen Clan youths off guard. Their laughter faltered, replaced by a flicker of confusion. Was this the same Yun Lintian they knew, the one prone to explosive outbursts?

"Are you deaf, you useless cripple?" another Chen Clan youth spat, attempting to rekindle the mockery. "We're talking to you!"

Yun Lintian stopped, turning to face them with an impassive gaze. His eyes, devoid of anger, held a depth that sent shivers down the spines of the Chen Clan youths. It was as if they were staring into an abyss, one that held an unsettling indifference to their taunts.

"If you have nothing of value to contribute," Yun Lintian spoke, his voice a low rumble, "then I suggest you move along. This world doesn't revolve around your childish theatrics."

The air crackled with a sudden tension. The Chen Clan youths, accustomed to bullying the meek Yun Lintian, found themselves at a loss. This new, composed version of the Third Young Master was unnerving, to say the least.

Just then, a booming voice echoed through the bustling street. "What's the commotion here?"

Heads turned towards the source of the voice. A man strode towards them, his figure radiating an aura of power. He wore a crimson robe emblazoned with a roaring lion, the symbol of the Azure Cloud City's City Guard. Visitt novelbin(.)co/m for the latest updates

The Chen Clan youths, recognizing the City Guard Captain, straightened their backs and bowed respectfully. "Captain Zhang," they chorused in unison.

Captain Zhang, a man with a weathered face and a bushy black beard, narrowed his eyes at Yun Lintian. "And who might you be?"

Yun Lintian, unfazed by the imposing aura, offered a courteous bow. "Yun Lintian, of the Yun Clan."

A flicker of surprise crossed Captain Zhang's face. He had heard whispers about the Third Young Master's fall from grace, but this young man exuded an unexpected calmness.

"The Yun Clan, huh?" Captain Zhang muttered, stroking his beard thoughtfully. "What seems to be the problem here?"

"Yes, Young Master." Yun Ling nodded eagerly.

Stepping into the teahouse, Yun Lintian was greeted by a wave of warmth and a gentle melody played on a stringed instrument. The air hung heavy with the rich aroma of various teas, each promising a unique experience for the discerning palate.

The teahouse bustled with activity, a colorful tapestry of cultivators from all walks of life. Merchants in vibrant robes haggled over deals, while lone warriors nursed steaming cups, their faces etched with the weariness of travel.

A group of young disciples giggled as they recounted their latest escapades, their youthful energy a stark contrast to the stoic demeanor of the older cultivators.

Yun Lintian, ever the observer, took in the scene with a detached amusement. Here, life unfolded in a more organic manner, a chaotic beauty that held its own unique charm.

Yun Ling led him to a secluded corner table, its polished surface reflecting the soft glow of lanterns hanging from the low ceiling.

As they settled in, Yun Lintian couldn't help but notice a group of cultivators occupying a table in the far corner. Their figures were shrouded in shadows, their auras subtly veiled, a clear indication of their desire for anonymity.

A faint flicker of Divine Sense brushed against Yun Lintian's periphery. He recognized it instantly – the telltale signature of cultivators in the Divine Sovereign Realm.

"Interesting..." A subtle smile played on Yun Lintian's lips. It seemed even this seemingly innocuous teahouse harbored its share of secrets.

Though Divine Sovereign Realm cultivators weren't a rarity, the sight of a group congregating so inconspicuously piqued Yun Lintian's curiosity.

However, their presence here was none of his concern.

"Little Ling," he said, turning to his attendant, "recommend me a tea that will invigorate the mind and spirit."

Yun Ling's eyes lit up. "Certainly, Young Master."

At this moment, a group of youths, adorned in finery, entered the teahouse. Their eyes instantly fixated on Yun Lintian.

"You are here, brother."