The two women were utterly stunned into silence.
What a mad notion—to actually seek formal communication and cooperation with the Chaos Devil Clan.
But Lu Sheng had no intention of paying them any further attention. He rose to his feet, turned, and stepped into the vast rainy night.
Leaving the inn.
The rain above his head seemed to part automatically beneath an invisible force, falling to either side of Lu Sheng without dampening even a thread of his clothes.
A silver thrusting sword slid out from behind him and into his hand. There was no telling where he had hidden it before.
With a light flick of his wrist, the blade immediately straightened, bright and clear.
He quickened his pace, speeding through the outskirts beneath the rain, crossing one branching canal after another before soon stopping atop a slightly arched stone bridge.
Right now, he was not the terrifying true body that devoured universes, but merely a young instructor who had practiced Thrusting Sword Art for many years.
Standing on the stone bridge, Lu Sheng smiled and slowly turned around.
"You've followed me for so long. Aren't you coming out?"
His voice slowly rippled outward, carrying in every direction.
A moment later.
Two men dressed entirely in black, wearing assassin-like night clothes that revealed only a pair of gleaming eyes, slowly emerged from the shadows and looked toward Lu Sheng.
"It seems we guessed correctly. You really were the one directing the Steel Sisters Society from behind the scenes. Yi Sela," one of the men said coldly.
"I am merely a scholar pursuing mysteries and truth." Lu Sheng shook his head. "Those children only sought a little help from me. In truth, everything was earned through their own efforts."
"You don't seem afraid?" the other man said mildly. "Or do