Drunken Immortal Tower Reverie

The night was dark, and the wind howled.

"Jiangyang City!"

Dressed in the coarse clothes of a common wanderer, with an utterly ordinary iron sword in hand and a conical hat shielding him from wind and sand, Yin Kuang was currently so attired. To conceal himself, he had altered his appearance somewhat as well. At that moment, he stood before the gates of a great city with high walls and deep moats, looking up at the three words "Jiangyang City" above the gate.

Yet what truly drew Yin Kuang's gaze upward was not those three words, but the row of corpses hanging above them. Men and women, old and young—twelve people in all. Every one of them had been hanged, their limp bodies swaying gently in the wind. The night had already been chilling, but the twelve suspended corpses made the air even more eerie and terrifying.

Yin Kuang did not linger. He withdrew his gaze, leaped up, and cleared the city wall more than thirty meters high, entering Jiangyang City. With Yin Kuang's strength, the soldiers guarding the city could not possibly detect him.

There was no curfew in the city. The night market bustled with life, packed shoulder to shoulder with people. Bright red lanterns hung high overhead, their crimson glow shrouding the entire city. Then, as though revisiting an old haunt, Yin Kuang strolled to a restaurant called Drunken Immortal Tower.

Drunken Immortal Tower seemed to be a rather famous and upscale establishment in the city, and it was extraordinarily lively inside. Shouts of vendors, the clinking of cups, and the soft strains of a pipa drifted ceaselessly through the air.

Led by a waiter, Yin Kuang took a seat by a window and casually ordered a pot of wine and several small dishes. While waiting for