Another month passed.
Heaven Domain.
Hibiscus Moon City, where a branch of the Academy of Myriad Races was located.
Inside a modestly sized tavern in the city, two figures in black robes sat facing each other, nine-mark Heaven Tokens hanging from their waists.
"How did this past month feel?"
One of them lowered the hood that covered his entire head and placed the Heaven Token from his waist on the table.
Judging by his appearance, it was unmistakably Hong!
"Unprecedented..."
The other man sighed softly, lowered his hood as well, and followed Hong's example by removing the Heaven Token from his waist and placing it on the table.
It was Xu Xing.
Looking at the classically elegant decor around him, he could not help but smile bitterly.
"Though I truly hate to say it, the Heaven Domain really does suit us."
Provided there were no other schemes lurking behind it.
As he spoke, he lifted his wine cup and took a sip.
Gentle yet abundant spiritual energy flowed from his abdomen to his limbs and bones, leaving him with a faintly weightless sensation.
In any other great domain—not even mentioning the Tai Domain, which was the harshest toward outsiders—even in the most peaceful Xuan Domain, he could never have sat inside a tavern like this.
After all, the Human Race was simply too weak now.
Other than being made into dishes and served upon dining tables, or thrown into arenas to entertain the Cang Race like fighting crickets, they could not appear in any formal setting at all.
Though he was already at the peak of Nurturing Self, he could only live like a rat in the gutter, hiding and fleeing every day, terrified of being discovered.
Much less walk openly into a tavern operated by the Cang Race as