The sun sank, and dusk approached. The light shining on the small mountain path gradually grew dimmer.

Xu Qing had his brocade box slung over his shoulder as he continued to contemplate what the round-faced cultivator had told him. He already felt he understood the basics of Seven Blood Eyes.

The capital city seemed like an orderly place, but was actually filled with hidden dangers. That was especially true at night, when vicious people came out in droves. Some people, in order to improve their chances of survival, were willing to bare their teeth to anyone who got too close. That wasn’t the wrong choice to make.

Xu Qing didn’t want to become mincemeat himself, so he decided he needed to find a dark corner somewhere to put the brocade box in his bag of holding without anyone being able to see the bag. He started walking more quickly. Before long, he was at the foot of the mountain, where he saw two people in gray daoist robes.

They were none other than Zhou Qingpeng and Xu Xiaohui.

Xu Xiaohui was pretty, and though her gray robe covered most of her figure, it was still possible to see some of her curves. Somehow, the gray robe made her even more alluring. Zhou Qingpeng had been handsome to begin with. With the gray robe, he seemed very elegant. And that made Xu Xiaohui even more starry-eyed....