The Fisherman's Fragrant Bait, Tangled Lines and Hooks (Part 2)

Xu Sheng walked down the street with his hands behind his back, neither hurried nor slow, utterly at ease.

He wore a Daoist robe, with jet-black hair and beard and a ruddy complexion, looking every bit a man of the Dao. Yet when light shone through him, his body was still somewhat translucent. This was because he had yet to grow accustomed to projecting the spiritual hub's true body into Chengqitian. Thus, posing as a ghost cultivator suited him best—one whose cultivation was not particularly impressive, at that.

Xu Sheng did not care about that. His steps seemed slow but were in fact swift, and before long he reached the outskirts of Yinan Garden. The impacts and tremors within the garden were still continuing, while a ring of curious onlookers had gathered around it.

After circling outside for half a round, Xu Sheng had learned the details. Supposedly, someone had come to seek revenge on a guest within the garden. Both sides were at the Core Restoration level, and their battle was now in full swing, destroying quite a few flowers and plants.

Such things were not uncommon in the Northern Wastes. Still, underground cities had limited space. No matter how well they were protected by formations, they could not endure this year after year, day after day; any city would eventually collapse. Behavior like this, especially in a place where distinguished figures gathered, was bound to provoke public outrage. Wuzun Hall, the foremost power in the city, had already sent people over. The one who had struck first likely would not be in for a good end.

A revenge fight?

That was not what Yu Ci had anticipated. Under his guidance, Xu Sheng maintained his original pace and continued wandering around the perimeter. His hands, however, did not idle.