Lin Mu could still sense the goblins with his immortal sense, but to mundane sight they were completely invisible. Like shadows melting into the bright street.
He watched as their faint footprints disappeared into the crowd.
Lin Mu then walked back into the tavern, placed several immortal stones on the counter, and apologized for the broken glasses and furniture. The tavern keeper shakily waved it off, too stunned to demand anything more.
Lin Mu returned to the tea house, where Daoist Chu, Meng Bai, Elyon, Cattaleya, and Little Shrubby were waiting.
Daoist Chu let out a long breath. "I did not expect that outcome."
Meng Bai raised a brow. "Expect what? That those pompous fools ran away?"
Daoist Chu shook his head. "No. I mean the goblins thanking Lin Mu at all. I swear the goblin language does not even contain a word for gratitude. Historically, they only acknowledged debts through violence or labor."
Lin Mu shrugged. "It is what it is."
