Military Governor

"My spiritual sight isn't a native aura-reading art, after all. What I see should be different from what the local Daoists see."

"I just wonder—what does Song Gongbao look like in the eyes of native aura-readers?"

As Aaron was thinking, he suddenly sensed something and looked beyond the inn.

A carriage was rolling down the official road. The old man driving it had a weather-beaten face and scar-covered hands, the wounds clearly left by blades and arrows. At once, he gave Aaron the impression of a veteran soldier hardened by a hundred battles.

The old veteran stopped the carriage. Seeing the white tiger lying beside the inn, he was startled, but did not lose his composure in the slightest. He merely tightened his grip on the reins and said quietly to the carriage, "Young Master... this is the only inn nearby. But there's a white tiger lying at the entrance... shall we rest here?"

"Cough, cough... Here will do. Within dozens of miles... cough, cough... this is the only one."

Amid a fit of coughing, a young nobleman stepped down from the carriage.

He had sword-like brows and starry eyes, strikingly handsome features. Though the weather was not especially cold, he wore a fox-fur cloak. He coughed from time to time, his cheeks pale, as though he suffered from some weakness of the body.

Seeing the white tiger, he was not surprised. He simply entered the inn with the old servant.

Aaron had yet to close his spiritual sight. He saw three-colored halos flowing restlessly around the young nobleman—he was actually a true cultivator with genuine attainments!

Upon entering the inn, the young nobleman first saw Aaron in his Daoist robe, and his heart gave a jolt. Then he noticed Song Gongbao's group and was even more astonished. *These two...