A Thousand Jun

"Don't know what?"

"Don't know that disaster is about to fall on your heads."

Bian Chunchou narrowed his eyes slightly. "What disaster? Explain yourself. Is this how your Jade Pavilion threatens its customers?"

"Threaten? This isn't a threat. I'm merely informing you of the facts." Zan Xue suddenly changed her expression. In the vaguely suggestive candlelight, Bian Chunchou's heart began pounding wildly again.

What was going on? That spell-stricken weakness in his legs had returned!

"Not a single person who took my Heavenly Fragrance Brew has ever walked out of this Jade Pavilion."

Chen Zui's sense for danger was the keenest. Wen Xu's booklet had also said that if the situation was urgent, then when it was time to act, there must not be the slightest hesitation.

And now, he did not hesitate in the slightest!

"So they really are cultivators. What a pity—just two greenhorn brats in the Qi Refining Stage."

By the time Wen Xu emerged from the slums, the moon was already high overhead.

It was winter now, and the weather was bitterly cold. Though Langyuan City lay in the south, the nights were still freezing. Fortunately, cultivators were untouched by heat and cold. Even though Wen Xu wore only a lightly padded single-layer coat today, he did not feel cold at all.

At this hour of the night, there were barely any people left on the streets. He put the wooden box into his storage ring and leisurely headed alone toward the place they had agreed upon.

The moon in the Cultivation Realm looked no different from the moon in the Mortal Realm.

Perhaps the slums had stirred old feelings today. Wen Xu could not help recalling some rather terrible memories from his past: starving and freezing, clothed in rags, never knowing where his next