In the afternoon, a faint mist of spiritual energy steamed above the bluestone roads of Divine Water Immortal City. The bustling crowds surged between the rows of tightly packed immortal shops on either side, as if drawn along by an invisible force.
Sunlight filtered through the carved window lattice and spilled down, casting dappled spots of light over the bobbing heads. Hawkers' cries mingled with the clear clanging of magical artifacts, weaving together a lively symphony of the common streets.
Su Fan walked slowly through the crowd with his hands clasped behind his back. From time to time, he would pause at a shop, then turn and leave again with an air of careless indifference.
There were many high-end shops in the city with purple-gold signboards, but items that could still catch his eye had long since become as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns.
A magnificent teahouse on the street corner caught his eye. He raised his head and glanced at the three vigorous golden characters on the signboard—"Listening Tide Pavilion"—then stepped over the threshold.
The instant he entered the teahouse, an old man on the street suddenly narrowed his pupils.
His eyes, originally murky as an ancient pool, now flared with frightening brilliance as they locked tightly onto Su Fan's back.
Nearly all the high-ranking bigwigs of the Divine Water Immortal Sect had poured into the city. Every one of them was searching for Su Fan's whereabouts.
This old man was one of them. The moment he saw Su Fan, he froze.
Although Su Fan's appearance had been somewhat blurry in the images of his massacre of "Shenxiao Heaven," how could it possibly escape the discerning eyes of an Integration Stage bigwig?
He had assumed that Su Fan would Change Appearance, conceal his identity, and hide somewhere