"Hehe, I thought there would be many outsiders hiding here, but it turns out there are just a few."
Suddenly, two soft chuckles came from the terrifying tiger face, the dark clouds obscured the sun, and a figure emerged from the murky night of the alley.
Under the oil lamp of Chu Yiyuan, the shadow stretched, exuding an indescribable eerie feeling. This person's presence was unremarkable, seemingly like an ordinary merchant's son, but for some reason, he was even more terrifying than the tiger-faced man.
Chu Yiyuan's throat tightened slightly as he quickly glanced at the two people. The situation in Wuchang Prefecture was still unclear, and the Xia Shui Su Family had merely been put in the same boat. Su Hongtao was just pretending to comply, but once the situation changed, these White Lotus Sect people would most likely fall here...
"May I ask your esteemed name?" He swallowed and spoke again.
