A Chance Encounter at the Town Tavern

The tavern held all kinds of people.

There were spirit hunters in heavy fur coats, sabers and swords tucked at their waists, huge mugs of ale on their tables as they loudly bragged about their hunting exploits.

There were Ice Attribute soul masters wrapped in white fur cloaks, sitting silently in corners, able to nurse a single cup of wine for two hours.

There were also a few guys who looked like trouble at first glance, with saber scars on their faces and gloomy eyes that swept their surroundings from time to time, as if searching for prey.

Xiao Yun and Shui Bing'er's entrance caused quite a stir.

Not because they were especially strong—though they were indeed very strong—but because they were too young, and too good-looking.

In a godforsaken little town like this in the far north, beauties and handsome men were rare resources.

Several spirit hunters who had drunk until their faces were flushed and their necks were thick lifted their heads, their gazes roaming back and forth over Shui Bing'er, a greedy glint flashing in their eyes.

A big man with a saber scar on his face even stood up, carrying a cup of wine as he staggered toward them.

"Little sister, first time on the ice plains? Want big brother to show you around?"

Shui Bing'er did not even glance at him. Her gaze swept over the tavern and stopped in a corner.

"Senior Brother Xiao, over there."

She pulled Xiao Yun along, bypassing the drunken big man, and headed toward the innermost corner of the tavern.

The big man was left hanging where he stood, his face turning red and then white. He wanted to lose his temper, but felt it would be too embarrassing. In the end, he gave a snort and returned with