Vaguely, Du Yulin suddenly sensed something beyond the town—like a demon beast that had lain dormant for ages, growling low and breathing heavily.
It was the instinct she had cultivated over countless years of survival.
Or perhaps it was a thread of demonic aura hidden deep within the night wind. The instant her divine sense swept over it, it vanished without a trace.
As though it had never existed at all.
The corner of her mouth twitched faintly, yet her face remained utterly expressionless.
However, within those eyes that usually held three parts amusement and three parts languor, a barely perceptible unease flickered quietly.
Those vanished romances, those countless emotions buried deep beneath the years, surged into her heart without warning at that moment.
She remembered that rainy night ten years ago, and the person who would never return.
She remembered why she had remained in this remote Azure Dragon Town, guarding this Red Dust Tavern for a full ten years.
But she was Du Yulin, after all.
She was in the tavern, and before her sat a god of slaughter.
A god of slaughter who had descended from Five-Mile Slope and left all of Azure Dragon Town trembling in silence.
She had no reason to give up. Even if Azure Dragon Town were to turn into a bottomless abyss the next instant and sink into the Nine Netherworlds, it could not make her retreat even half a step!
A hand suddenly reached over from across the table.
With a flip of his hand, Wang Xian produced two talismans from nowhere.
One was an invisibility talisman, the other a safety talisman. He solemnly pressed them into Du Yulin's hand.
He gave his instructions in a low voice, deep and urgent, as though he had already foreseen the storm that was