Further down the street, all was shrouded in fog.0

A delicately handsome figure in Confucian robes sauntered over, a scholarly fangjin on his head. He carried a feather fan, and he looked like a handsome scholar of the mundane world.0

As soon as he appeared, the lamps hanging from the eaves of the buildings swayed, casting mottled waves of light.0

The man’s aura was as calm as stagnant water, and he had no imposing presence to speak of.0

However, when he approached from afar, Wu Lingchong and Li Shuang felt inexplicably ill at ease and thoroughly uncomfortable. This was a powerful, instinctual sense of peril!0

Su Yi caressed the Sword of Proximity with his fingertip, his gaze profound and inscrutable. He too felt a powerful threat emanating from the delicately handsome scholar in Confucian robes.0

Whoever he was, he wasn’t simple. Su Yi didn’t even need to think to know that this was a powerful, dangerous enemy!0

“The Fog-Shrouded Street is like a cage, but I haven’t come here to kill you.” The handsome scholar stopped in the distance, smiled, and gently waved his feather fan. He looked...0