They were dull eyes, but as the pupils turned, they suddenly came alive.
"I mean no harm," said the owner of the eyes.
Only then did the figure rising from the shadow slowly take shape.
He was a handsome man of average height, his expression slightly cool.
His swordlike brows and frosty eyes gave him an air of distinction.
Jiang Wang rested a hand on his sword. "You came uninvited, and may have had some other purpose. Entering without announcing yourself can hardly be called good intentions, can it?"
The place where he had been meditating and regulating his breath was an inn not far from White Stone Plaza.
On the Floating Island, places like inns charged no fees. Cultivators returning from slaughter in the Wilderness could take whatever food, clothing, and supplies they needed. The innkeeper would later bill the force guarding the Floating Island.
Of course, transcendent goods still had to be paid for out of pocket.
Only after returning to the Floating Island this time had Jiang Wang learned these little details of life there.
"I'm Fu Yanqing. The island master sent me to invite you over for a talk," Fu Yanqing said. "You'd already sensed me before I showed myself, hadn't you?"
He had explained why he was there first, but he still had a touch of youthful pride. His last remark implied that Jiang Wang could not possibly have detected him beforehand; he had deliberately let himself be noticed, so he had announced his arrival before coming in.
Back in Maple Forest City, Jiang Wang had already seen Xiong Wen use a similar art of slipping into the shadows. He had heard it was a secret technique of the Blood River Sect. By his current standards, it was crude.
The man before him, however, was