Ye Zhiqiu discreetly studied Hong Yuan. From those gamblers, he had learned a little about the appearance of the man who had wagered against Zheng Heng.
The moment he saw Hong Yuan, he had his suspicions.
He had no idea that Hong Yuan's current appearance was a disguise. Had Hong Yuan revealed his true features, even with all his supernatural power restrained, his appearance alone would have drawn far too much attention.
As Ye Zhiqiu observed him without betraying anything, he extended his thought to sense him. To his surprise, however, he detected not the slightest trace of cultivation.
Hong Yuan smiled faintly and cupped his hands toward Ye Zhiqiu. "Young hero Ye, your flying sword technique is exquisite. Truly admirable."
Ye Zhiqiu returned the salute. "A trifling technique, hardly worth mentioning. Might I ask your name, sir?"
"You needn't be so polite. My surname is Hong, and my given name is Yuan."
"So it is Mister Hong." Ye Zhiqiu nodded lightly. Ignoring County Magistrate Tang and the others, he went straight to the point. "Would you mind speaking somewhere more private, sir? There is something I wish to ask."
"Of course."
Hong Yuan could guess what Ye Zhiqiu wanted to ask. He was happy to oblige, as this was a perfect opportunity to learn more about this world from him.
Granted, he could have simply searched Ye Zhiqiu's soul and ensured that he never noticed a thing, but the man had shown no hostility.
His gaze shifted, and he saw that the fortune above Ye Zhiqiu's head was emerald green, brimming with vitality, without any trace of blood-red mingled within it. Clearly, he carried few karmic entanglements and little evil karma.
Hong Yuan was quite easy to deal with when it came to such people.
Besides, whenever he arrived