The next day, before the sky had even grown light.
Xia Nan was already standing at the entrance of White Tit Tavern, fully armed and in high spirits.
His improved Constitution meant that even after only a few hours of sleep, it was enough for his body and mind to recover to their peak state.
The only thing that left him feeling slightly uncertain was that, although there were no gaps in terms of weapons and equipment...
The incident had happened so suddenly, after all, that there had been no time at all to prepare extra supplies.
It was still the height of midsummer night, and the shops on the street had closed early. Even if he wanted to buy something, there was nowhere to go.
In the end, he had used the odds and ends left over from his previous few missions as supplies, then spent money to buy some portable food that could be stored for a long time from the tavern owner, "Chapton." Only then could his preparations before departure be considered complete.
"Tap. Tap."
Heavy yet crisp footsteps came from behind him.
Xia Nan suddenly felt a cold wind sweep through the air.
He looked over.
At the end of the street, against the slowly rising sun on the horizon, amid the interweaving of brilliant morning clouds and soft dawn light...
A burly figure wrapped in a cold wind slowly walked out from beneath the gradually dissolving night.
The shadow cast by his towering brow ridge fell over his face, and his eyes were like two clusters of ghostly blue flames, coiling and swaying.
He glanced at Xia Nan, who had already finished preparing by the roadside.
Then he gave the faintest nod, almost imperceptible.
Without saying a word, he simply walked in silence toward