The young man was none other than Tian Jie, whom Lin Xuan had frightened away in Leyang City that day.
Tian Jie lay on the ground, looking at Lin Xuan in a dejected manner, and for some reason, the image of a black robed man suddenly appeared in his mind. Thinking of this, he shivered all over.
Lin Xuan gave him one cold look, then turned around and left.
Behind him, a young girl scolded, "Tian Jie, you are a waste. You screwed up the task my brother entrusted to you, and now you even let go of the person bothering me, you useless garbage!"
Lin Xuan paid no more attention to the two; instead, he stopped in front of a room marked '95'.
Unlocking the door, Lin Xuan pushed open the heavy iron door and entered.
The interior was simple, featuring only a stone bed, a stone table, and a Golden Bamboo Guard standing aside. There was nothing else, but the space was large, ample enough for Lin Xuan to stretch his arms and legs.