Neither Song Wen nor Qing Shuang went out again that day.
Only the next morning did they step out of the Looking-Immortal Inn. Even then, they had nothing pressing to do and merely wandered around the city.
Of course, it was mainly Qing Shuang, in her role as the "young miss," who did the browsing. Song Wen simply followed behind her without a word.
Qing Shuang bought quite a few things, though most were flashy rather than useful: spirit pets that were weak but beautiful, spirit herbs that gave off five-colored light at night...
Naturally, she spent no small sum of spirit stones.
Within just a few days, quite a few people in the city had come to recognize the pair.
That day.
The two entered Ink Wind City's most luxurious restaurant—the Drunken Star Tower.
They had barely stepped into the main hall, before an attendant could even greet them, when a young man approached and struck up a conversation.
"Miss..."
The words had only just left his mouth when a figure flashed before him.
Song Wen, disguised as an old man, suddenly darted forward from behind Qing Shuang and placed himself between her and the young man.
His cloudy eyes instantly sharpened like needle points as he fixed the young man with an unwavering stare.
The young man was rather oddly dressed. He wore a blue brocade robe with a jade token hanging at his waist, yet incongruously carried a longsword on his back.
He was a mid Tribulation Transcendence stage cultivator, accompanied by a black-robed man at the early Lingxu Dao Immortal Realm.
"Young master, please do not disturb my young miss," Song Wen said coldly.
The young man felt the chill emanating from Song Wen, but there was no killing intent in it. It was more of