Target Golden Swallow

They said women's sixth sense was uncanny, and Yin Kuang had experienced it himself. But he had never expected that without even looking at Golden Swallow, merely entertaining a few malicious thoughts about her in his mind would be enough for her to notice.

Meeting her cool, detached gaze, Yin Kuang felt as though he had seen it before. Back then, wasn't Lu Xialeng's gaze just as bleak and icy, seemingly heartless yet somehow affectionate? Yin Kuang raised his wine cup slightly and offered a distant toast to Golden Swallow before tilting his head back and draining it. Whether he was toasting Golden Swallow, sitting alone and playing the pipa, or that familiar cold gaze no longer mattered.

Golden Swallow lowered her eyelids without expression, as though that glance had been nothing more than an ordinary look. Her ten fingers moved rhythmically as she continued plucking the strings of the pipa in her arms, using music to speak of unspoken thoughts.

At that moment, Yin Kuang clearly felt a sharp gaze settle on him. It came from the hearty Han man whom Yin Kuang had been secretly watching. Yin Kuang ignored it and continued pouring himself wine.

Just then, another group of guests entered the Drunken Immortal Tavern in a file. There were men and women among them, dressed in coarse hemp and rough cloth, each carrying a weapon and looking like wandering martial artists. At their head was a woman with a striking figure, though her thick brows, large eyes, and full lips made her appearance difficult to praise. Upon entering, she swept her eyes across the tavern, only to pause briefly on the hearty Han man. Her brows visibly furrowed. The people following behind her were likewise stunned when they saw the Han man drinking and eating meat,