Li Xuanxiao was startled at first, then immediately understood.
Self Corpse!!
Self Corpse Li Xuanxiao swaggered into the inn with Nangong Wan.
The Self Corpse muttered to himself, "This place happens to be close to the Yellow Sand Sect."
Li Xuanxiao looked at his own Self Corpse. There was not the slightest attempt at concealment—not even the most basic disguise. He had simply strode in openly and brazenly.
And there was a woman in white at his side.
Li Xuanxiao had been wrong.
He had subconsciously assumed that his clone would be like him.
Yet the truth was precisely the opposite. This Self Corpse of his was practically his own mirror image.
If he was going to do something, he would make it as sensational as possible.
Li Xuanxiao hesitated slightly.
He had never expected the other party to suddenly appear before him so brazenly.
However, Li Xuanxiao recovered almost immediately.
At that moment, more than ten Yellow Sand Sect disciples happened to be drinking and making merry inside the inn.
Their leader was Zhang Yuanying, the chief disciple of Huang Chengan of the Yellow Sand Sect.
It was said that when his grandfather had peacefully passed away at the end of his lifespan, he had been at the Nascent Soul Stage.
Giving this name to his descendant had been meant as encouragement for future generations.
Zhang Yuanying had not disappointed expectations either. He was already at the peak of the Golden Core Stage.
They had always been accustomed to gathering for meals. Having returned from a mission today, they had come here for a light drink.
When the Self Corpse entered, Nangong Wan stood at his side, her presence complementing his silver hair.
Her beauty was exceptional, her skin fair as snow and delicate as silk.
The young man