"It was you!" Huang Tian slowly raised a black cloth in his hand and sneered. "I thought there was something off about you, you native. Turns out you're a cultivator too."
Damn it! He could recognize me even with my face covered? Yue Qianchou found the black cloth in Huang Tian's hand somewhat familiar. He subconsciously reached up to touch his own face, only to discover that the black cloth covering it had vanished without a trace. He immediately sucked in a cold breath. The black cloth in Huang Tian's right hand was clearly his own face covering. He had not even known when the other man had taken it. If Huang Tian had wanted to kill him just now...
Yue Qianchou instantly broke out in a cold sweat and did not dare think any further. Only then did he realize how rash today's actions had been. Cultivators of the Immortal Realm were by no means empty names; they were simply not opponents he could handle.
Yet that fright thoroughly calmed him instead. The composure forged through two lifetimes of facing danger without fear came into play at this critical moment. Now, he was no longer in such a hurry to flee. Since the other party had not killed him just now...
If he were in Huang Tian's shoes, he would definitely want to learn the assassin's background. So for the time being, his life was not in danger.
Besides, since his face had already been exposed, if he fled, he would no longer be able to keep a foothold in Yellow Earth City. All his previous painstaking efforts would go down the drain...
"Huang Tian, weren't you selling clothes? What are you doing here?" Yue Qianchou asked with a face full of bewilderment.
The moment the question left his