"It's been three days, and there's still no news from the Sect..." Lin Langtian stood before the floor-to-ceiling window as a Flying Device zipped past on the track outside.
The window was made of a special material that only allowed one to see out, not in. It could even block Spiritual Power.
He looked a little worried. Turning to Qing Cang, a hint of suspicion in his eyes, he chose his words carefully. "Junior Uncle, were they... really thrown out by you?"
"You don't believe me?" Qing Cang shot him a sideways glance and coughed dryly a few times. Lin Langtian was inwardly speechless.
On the day Qing Cang was severely injured, Lin Langtian had indeed been worried. But the man refused to let anyone examine him, just downing a few mouthfuls of a Top Level Repair Potion before calling it a day.
After sending Wu Feng and Hu Qi away, he hadn't even taken any Repair Potions for the past two days. His face was ashen, he was constantly coughing, and his aura was weak and listless.
