The sky was overcast, the city a chaotic mess. Pairs of hungry, restless eyes stared intently at the group of newcomers.
Unconcealed, greedy eyes raked over An Jin and the others from head to toe. They saw the newcomers were dressed in fine, woven clothes, the leather pouches at their waists bulging.
The refugees' eyes immediately grew redder with avarice.
"HISS~" Mi Yin reached out to shield An Jin behind him. His eyes narrowed, and his sharp, serpentine pupils swept coldly over the crowd.
He didn't have a single beast marking on his body, yet his cold, dangerous aura made the refugees tremble. Someone in the crowd stumbled and fell. One by one, they lowered their gaunt, filthy heads, trying to disappear into the shadows.
An Jin looked up at the gloomy, gray sky. She held her palm open to the air, her mood suddenly growing heavy. "It looks like it's going to rain..."
A cool sensation touched her palm.
