Night drenched the border city. Inside the tavern, voices surged amid the mingled scents of wine and food. Martial Artists came and went without end, and the clamor of everyday life filled every corner.
Li Yun sat alone by a third-floor window, pouring his own wine and drinking at his leisure.
He looked relaxed, but his Divine Consciousness remained spread over the entire tavern and the surrounding streets. He clearly sensed the fluctuations in every passing Martial Artist's aura, even the beggars lying in the alleys. Nothing escaped him.
Whether he could safely deliver the Innate Remnant Stele he carried to White Marsh City—and whether he himself would survive—depended on it. He could not afford the slightest carelessness.
Then two graceful figures stepped onto the third floor.
A clear, pleasant voice rang out.
Only then did Li Yun raise his head and look at the two women who had appeared so suddenly.
One wore a pale green dress. She was gentle and lovely, with a quiet, reserved bearing and a composed intelligence in her eyes.
The other was a girl in pink, pretty and lively, with bright eyes.
Their faces bore a strong resemblance. They were clearly sisters.
Li Yun frowned slightly.
He was no greenhorn fresh from home, nor was he the sort of man who lost his wits the moment he saw a beautiful woman.
The two women had looked straight at him as soon as they arrived, then approached to ask if they could share his table. To him, that was no coincidence.
It seemed more likely they had set their sights on him long ago. They had come specifically for him.
Yet one thing was strange.
If they were after the Innate Remnant Stele, they were far too weak. They were merely Lower Sages.
Even the