Outside the window.
Night fell, and the sky darkened.
Inside a guest room at the inn.
Aaron stared at the "talisman" in his hand, rather speechless.
The talisman used a pomelo leaf as its medium. Twisted, tongue-twisting incantations seemed to have been dripped onto it in wax, and it was riddled with holes.
At a glance, it could not possibly be associated with a talisman or seal.
Yet for some inexplicable reason, Aaron knew he had succeeded.
"The power of an Other?!"
"This is power beyond the seventh rank... It barely counts as a decent trump card. At last, I have a little more sense of security."
The next day.
Aaron got up, washed his face with the hot water delivered by the waiter, and leisurely walked out of his room.
Walking down the street, he found plenty of shops selling breakfast and pastries.
Steamed buns and fried dough sticks, soy milk and fried pancakes...
Tangyuan, dumplings, noodles...
There was even the rarer bread and baguettes...
Aaron contentedly stretched, then spotted a squad of Xuan Court troops.
They wore matching black uniforms and carried the awe-inspiring, stern presence of official authority.
Their leader was a woman in her forties, still rich in charm. Her pair of long, shapely legs, paired with knee-high boots, left an especially deep impression!
The moment Aaron saw her, however, his lower body instinctively tightened. It was a conditioned reflex left behind by this body!
"Sun the Flying Yaksha?"
Aaron silently grumbled, then turned and left.
Taking advantage of the crowd, perhaps she had not noticed him yet.
No matter what, though, he had to relocate.
"Stop!"
Sun's eyes flashed. Though she had not noticed Aaron earlier, she had caught sight of his retreating back and found it vaguely familiar.
Her gaze flickered, and she