Nothing happened that night.
Early the next morning, Han Yi left home.
Today, he planned to dispose of the magic artifacts he had acquired, then see whether he could buy any suitable ones. After that, he would casually inquire about the state of the war.
Red Sun Peak, Red Sun Market.
After stepping into the market, Han Yi was slightly surprised.
The market at this moment was utterly different from how it had been a few days ago.
A few days earlier, the markets of both the Inner Peak and Outer Peak had been bustling beyond measure, practically packed shoulder to shoulder.
Yet now, they appeared extraordinarily deserted—far more deserted than before the war with the Blood God Sect.
But he gave it no further thought and headed straight for the Nine Dragon Shop.
The shopkeeper was still the same man, surnamed He, full name He Fangwei.
When He Fangwei saw Han Yi, a faint smile surfaced on his face.
"Fellow Daoist, your luck is truly good. You actually made it back to the sect alive."
The last time Han Yi had come to ask about buying a defensive robe, He Fangwei had already guessed that Han Yi was an Outer Peak disciple, likely only at Qi Refining Layer 6.
The reason it was only a guess was because Han Yi wore a mask and concealed his aura every time he appeared. He Fangwei could not directly probe him and could only speculate.
Generally speaking, when Inner Sect disciples entered the Inner Sect, the sect bestowed upon them a basic defensive robe. This was also for the sake of the Inner Sect disciples' safety.
Of course.
His basis for speculation was not limited to Han Yi buying a robe. It also included the various clues from Han Yi's repeated purchases