Li looked at the man, who seemed no different from any other middle-aged uncle. He looked weathered by life, but that was all. There was a small knife scar on his face, yet nothing about him suggested he was someone who had crawled out from mountains of blades and seas of fire.
The man spoke. "Need something? To be honest, there might not be anything here that you mages can stomach drinking."
Li slowly shook his head. "I'm not here to drink."
"Not drinking?" The middle-aged man sighed. "Then it seems you're here looking for someone. You can't cause trouble here."
Li nodded. "Yes, I'm looking for someone. And it seems you're the only one who can find him."
"Is that so? Then tell me, who are you looking for?"
"The Mountain Hermit." Li moved his lips, but the air suddenly turned frigid. It had already been cold here, after all, this was the northernmost part of the entire Aslant world. But this cold was different. Li clearly felt that it came from terrifying killing intent.
That dreadful chill left Li unable to move even a finger.
Li sucked in a cold breath. This man's killing intent had condensed to a level nearly comparable to Conqueror's Haki!
At this moment, the other people in the tavern also stopped what they were doing. They had clearly been affected by the middle-aged man. However, since the killing intent was not directed at them, they merely looked Li up and down with great interest.
After a while, the middle-aged man finally sighed. "Kid, I don't know who you are, but since you know that I'm the Mountain Hermit, it means you know one of my friends. Fine, what do you want from me? Information that can't be sold, or do you want me