Li Yuanping arrived to find the entire alley sealed off, its ends deserted, the street devoid of a single soul, with two rows of clan soldiers standing in line.
The Qi Cultivation yao creatures, imbued with Demonic Qi, could cause severe illness with a light touch and death with a more substantial contact. As a result, not a single townsman lingered.
That fox was sitting on a deserted stall by the street, with legs crossed, eagerly waiting. Originally a wonton stand, its vendor had long since fled for his life, leaving a mess behind.
Chen Donghe stood beside the fox, silently gripping his sword with a solemn expression, prepared for danger. He had reached the Fourth Layer of Qi Cultivation and ranked among the top in his family.
An Zhiyan sat across from the fox carefreely, holding a bowl of wontons and smacking his lips. Even at nearly a hundred years old, he still indulged in the pleasures of eating, his mouth shiny with oil, enticing the fox to salivate.
