She had already waited ten years.
Ten years were enough to frost black hair with silver, enough to turn bone-deep hatred into a habit.
Enough to turn a high-spirited woman into a tavern keeper hidden away among common folk.
Even if she had to wait another ten years.
She believed that if Wang Xian were given another ten years, then not even the master of Wind and Rain Tower would be able to make him bow his head.
By then, everything would be different.
Wang Xian gave a soft "Mm," his voice so quiet it seemed he was speaking to himself.
He smiled and said, "Don't forget, I'm someone who's afraid of dying!"
He said it openly, without the slightest shame. Only those afraid of death would rack their brains to stay alive; and those who did everything possible to stay alive were the hardest to kill.
Whooo!
The night wind swept in, carrying the chill of late autumn and stirring up the dust and fallen leaves on the ground.
Du Yulin's figure was gone from the wind. Only the wind whistled through the deserted street, echoing like a mournful sob.
Wang Xian believed that he could not see the tavern keeper after she turned invisible.
The effects of an invisibility talisman were enough to block divine-sense detection.
Naturally, the old man from Five-Mile Slope could not go looking for trouble with Du Yulin either. Though that man's target was Du Yulin, to find her, he would first have to kill him!
He was here.
One person was enough.
He picked up his wine cup and drained the remaining wine in a single gulp.
The icy wine slid down his throat, bringing a bracing chill. He set the empty cup on the table, lightly rubbing the rim with his fingers