Zhang Siyu nodded, glanced once more toward the mouth of the alley, and headed upstairs to the loft without asking any more questions.
But she stopped at the turn in the stairs and looked back at Wen Ning.
"Be careful. If people from the Underworld are coming to your door in the middle of the night, it probably isn't anything small."
Wen Ning waved at her to show that everything was fine.
Seeing how hard Zhang Siyu was straining, Xie Bi'an asked,
"Boss Wen, who is she? How can she sense the two of us?"
"She's from Dragon-Tiger Mountain."
Wen Ning glanced back at the stairs to the loft. Zhang Siyu had already gone up, but a faint light still lingered at the turn.
"She's Celestial Master Zhang's Direct Disciple. She's cultivated for years, so her senses are much sharper than an ordinary person's. Sensing yin energy is nothing to her.
"She tracked down my shop through fluctuations in demonic aura before, so it's no surprise she can sense your presence now."
Xie Bi'an's curiosity faded.
He was an officially appointed god of the Underworld. Ordinary mortals couldn't even see him standing right in front of them, let alone sense his presence.
Not only could this girl sense it, she could distinguish its strength and whether it was righteous or evil. That wasn't something just any cultivator could do.
"Celestial Master Zhang's Direct Disciple came to your Bathhouse to scrub backs?"
In all the time Wen Ning had known him, this was the first time he had heard a hint of teasing in Xie Bi'an's voice.
Xie Bi'an asked no more questions about Zhang Siyu.
He adjusted his sunglasses. Wen Ning had no idea what possessed him to wear sunglasses in the middle of the night.
Then he turned and