“Y… you know about the mysterious clan!!” Xuanwu Jincan was shaken up.
The boy did not give his reply and kept drinking his tea nonchalantly. Xuanwu Jincan, on the other hand, was agitated, recklessly standing up and looking around. But the place they were in was only a small, quiet tavern, containing two occupied tables: their table, and the table with a clumsy-looking old man, who was dressing like a beggar and sitting many meters away from them. Even if he was a qi-user, he would not hear the conversation that clearly. Additionally, Xuanwu Jincan had scanned this particular old man using his green qi beforehand and discovered no qi within his body, so Xuanwu Jincan paid not much attention to him.