"This place is full of Wandering Ghosts. There's no room for cultivators."
"Yes, this place truly is strange," Li Ping'an said.
Still, it was understandable.
This place lay in a corner at the southernmost tip of the continent. It was only natural that people overlooked it.
Having government soldiers and a magistrate's office was already no small feat.
"Daoist, you'd better leave."
The purple-clad woman urged him.
He had encountered many Wandering Ghosts on the street earlier. He must have been discovered.
Strangely, there was nothing unusual about the aura of the man in blue robes.
The white-clad young gentleman behind him, however, had a somewhat unusual aura. He was no ordinary person.
As they spoke, a commotion indeed came from outside.
"Bad news, bad news! The Red Rakshasas are coming this way!"
A woman keeping watch turned into a wisp of smoke and flew inside.
"They really are here!"
The purple-clad woman's expression changed slightly.
She looked at the Blue Robes Man. "Hurry and leave. We have a back door. We'll just say we never saw you!"
Li Ping'an was slightly surprised. "We've only just met. Why would you help us, miss?"
"I just don't want your blood dirtying my place. Besides, you might drag us into this."
"You have a kind heart, miss. A glimpse through a bamboo tube reveals the leopard's markings; this much alone shows how you usually conduct yourself."
"Oh, why do you have so much to say!
How I conduct myself is none of your business. Annoy me, and I'll swallow you in one bite!"
The purple-clad woman was growing anxious.
"There's no hurry. I still have a few questions for you, miss."
The purple-clad woman nearly swore. Those Red Rakshasas cared nothing for any of this.
If they saw this Daoist, they would