The sounds of slaughter by the great lake were gradually swallowed by the night wind.
The Succubus had shed her lake-soaked clothes as soon as she passed the first alleyway, changing into a neat set of black garments.
The conspicuous purple eyepatch on her face had also been removed, replaced by an ordinary strip of black cloth.
In the blink of an eye, the Succubus whom Ye Honglian had been pursuing all the way had vanished.
In her place stood a blind man, leaning on a bamboo branch and walking with an unsteady gait.
For the Succubus to become Wang Xian took but a single thought; it was nowhere near so complicated.
The instant she swung her sword at Ye Honglian by the lake, the dozens—perhaps hundreds—of cultivators who had rushed over upon hearing the news would inevitably descend into chaos.
Some would be terrified, some excited, some would take advantage of the turmoil, while others would flee in panic—chaos bred oversights, and that was the best opportunity to escape.
Transforming into a wisp of breeze, the Succubus swept past the western shore of the great lake, moving soundlessly along the foot of Sunset City's towering walls.
Along the way, she encountered no fewer than five patrols from the city defense forces.
Armor clanked and spears gleamed beneath the sun as the guards moved through streets and alleys with grim expressions. Clearly, the city had already caught wind of something.
Yet the Succubus did not evade them. Leaning on her bamboo branch, head lowered and steps unsteady, she walked by the roadside, no different from the hurried passersby around her.
No one paid her any particular attention.
What sort of place was Sunset City?
One of the Demon Realm's four great main cities, a place where all manner of people