Guixu Relay Station, the "No Return" Tavern.
The stench of alcohol mixed with the mold born of years without ventilation, swirling through the cramped space.
Chu Qing sat behind a chipped square table. He was not wearing that eye-catching dark-gold robe, only a coarse brown garment draped over his body, his feet bare. His toes tapped rhythmically against the rough wooden floorboards, making faint tapping sounds. He raised a clay bowl, and the harsh cloudy liquor burned down his throat like a ball of fire, all the way into his stomach. That scorching heat restored warmth to his limbs, which had grown slightly stiff from drifting through the void.
At that moment, the tavern's heavy wooden door was pushed open by a gentle yet undeniable force.
A streak of "white" that did not belong in this mire strode in.
It was Ye Wushuang. He wore a moon-white robe, spotless and immaculate, with a sword box neither metal nor jade strapped to his back. With every step he took, the gray mist around him automatically retreated.
The tavern's roaring clamor stopped.
Those Chaos hunters with flesh tumors or tentacles instinctively shrank deeper into the shadows, their knuckles tightening around their wine bowls.
Ye Wushuang did not look at those "pieces of trash." He walked straight to the center of the hall, his gaze stopping on Chu Qing.
Chu Qing did not look up. He was looking at the Profession Column only he could see:
[Target discovered: Ye Wushuang] [Realm: Reflection Realm (Peak)] [Technique: White Jade Capital Heart Sword—perfect logic, 100% purity] [Flaw: Too rigid; has not seen the blood of all living beings; cannot slay the Great Calamity.] [Simplification method: One finger is all that is needed.]
"This place really stinks." Ye Wushuang stopped before Chu Qing's table. He