As Demonic Flow Saber King Zhuang Yan stared at Divine Fist Judge Xi Bitian,
Xi Bitian also noticed the Saber King's gaze.
Xi Bitian was slightly surprised. He had not expected the man ranked third on the Heavenly Ranking decades ago to be outside this restaurant too.
He secretly raised his guard, but strode past Zhuang Yan and into the restaurant without a trace of fear.
Xi Bitian knew he was no match for Zhuang Yan, but surviving the Imperial Court's pursuit unscathed for the past two years had been no fluke.
He had once practiced a secret art that had not only let him escape the combined assault of the Jingxi Chu Clan, the Embroidery Guard, and the Direct Hall Directorate two years ago, but could also get him safely out of most dire situations.
Xi Bitian was confident that even the Demonic Flow Saber King, once third in the world, could do nothing to him in Youzhou's State City.
There was only one thing he could not stop worrying about.
One of his companions was inside this very restaurant, waiting for him.
Fortunately, Demonic Flow Saber King Zhuang Yan withdrew his gaze after just one glance.
The man clearly had no interest in meddling in the affairs of an imperial fugitive, much less in rooting out rebels for the Imperial Court.
When Divine Fist Judge Xi Bitian entered the private room on the restaurant's top floor, he saw his brother Iron-Faced Judge Luo Yang sitting alone by the window, drinking.
His brows rose, and a trace of joy appeared in his usually icy eyes.
Yet Xi Bitian's expression remained as calm and unruffled as ever. "You succeeded. That is gratifying. But taking half a year was rather incompetent."
He and Luo Yang had not seen each other for