The moment Han Yuchen stepped out of the side entrance of the Soto Grand Soul Arena, his steps paused almost imperceptibly.
The evening breeze carried a trace of the late autumn chill.
And with it came a scent that should not have been there.
Like several flies, trailing him neither too near nor too far.
Their concealment technique was quite exquisite. Their fluctuations had been suppressed to the absolute limit. Any ordinary Soul Elder would likely have dismissed it as an illusion.
Even some experienced Soul Ancestors could easily overlook them unless they deliberately searched.
But under Han Yuchen's Spiritual Power, already comparable to that of a Soul Saint, they stood out as clearly as three high-powered searchlights in the dark.
"Heh, they've finally come."
Han Yuchen sneered inwardly, though his expression remained unchanged.
He did not even look back. He simply slipped his hands into his pockets and continued at the same unhurried pace.
Did Dai Mubai bring help because he couldn't accept his loss?
No, that doesn't seem right.
Those presences were cold and sticky, carrying a rotten stench that turned one's stomach.
They were Solonsen's rats, the ones that could not bear the light.
They're quite efficient.
Saves me the trouble of finding you.
A cold curve tugged at Han Yuchen's lips as he continued onward as if nothing had happened.
Rather than taking a deserted side street, he deliberately chose the brightly lit main roads.
Suotuo City's nightlife was far richer than he had imagined.
Shops lined both sides of the streets. The signs of taverns and restaurants glittered in every color, while pedestrians' laughter and chatter filled the air.
Han Yuchen looked like a young tourist who had just arrived and found this bustling city endlessly fascinating.
At one moment, he paused by a stall