Krick! Krick!
Bai Long's footsteps echoed softly on the wooden floor of the dimly lit inn as he settled into a shadowed corner booth, the phantom shadow leopard resting silently inside his shadow.
The cheap inn reeked of stale ale and beggar wine, and the bawdy laughter from the adjoining brothel spilled in like a tide, mingling with the haze of smoke curling from crooked candles.
The place was a filth, a lowly stay for useless sinners, yet, this place was also a nest of secrets, an ideal den for gathering information unnoticed... Well, that's what Bai Long thought.
He quickly scanned the people and quickly spotted a gaunt, shivering beggar cloaked in tattered rags.
Seeing him, Bai Long had a smirk. Just a perfect guy to ask for information.
Bai Long approached him with a calm sophisticated face like a true young master from the orthodox clan, sliding a few spirit Stones across the wooden counter, paired with a cup filled to the brim with dark, sticky alcohol.
