Just then, thud, thud, thud...
Heavy footsteps sounded from the tavern stairs. A tall woman dressed entirely in black ascended step by step. Her face was veiled in black, making her features impossible to see.
The moment she came upstairs, she locked onto Sikong Jing and walked over to sit across from him.
Sikong Jing withdrew his gaze from the window and looked at the veiled woman before him. Then he said, "Sorry, I don't share tables."
Unfortunately, the veiled woman stared fixedly at him and asked, "Sikong Jing, where is that old bastard Tyrant Soul?"
The veiled woman came straight to the point, bluntly exposing Sikong Jing's exceedingly sensitive identity.
As though she intended to give Sikong Jing a brutal shock!
After saying that, the corners of the veiled woman's lips curled faintly beneath her veil, ready at any moment to enjoy Sikong Jing's panicked expression...
This little bastard had miraculously evaded all pursuit using vicious beast blood. He had to be pleased with himself to the extreme by now—only to have his identity suddenly exposed by her. Any normal person would be thrown into utter turmoil.
Yet the veiled woman had miscalculated completely...
Sikong Jing showed no reaction at all upon hearing this. There was merely a trace of bewilderment on his face.
Had he been scared stupid, or did he not know how to react?
Or was he simply thick-nerved?
The veiled woman was puzzled, then secretly hardened her heart. What a strange and troublesome little brat. To remain calm even under these circumstances... then this old lady would give him an even fiercer blow. Let's see if he's still not afraid.
With that thought, the veiled woman spoke in a cold, clear voice. "The entire Chaos-Shaking City is looking for you right now. If you dare