The masked cultivator's fingers hidden in his sleeve slowly tightened, causing his knuckles to turn white.
Someone nearby was still laughing and talking: "Look, Ning Zhuo even listed anonymous talismans. This 'Life-Splitting Demon Cone Talisman', he couldn't even find the person, yet he specifically marked it as 'Pending Return'."
"That's why people say he's truly trustworthy."
The masked cultivator narrowed his eyes: "The Life-Splitting Demon Cone Talisman was listed, but the Three Brave Life-taking Nails weren't. What does that signify?"
He sensed a discernible bias.
He lifted his head, looking through the bustling crowd toward the tightly closed wooden window on the third floor of the tavern.
There was no shadow behind the window, yet he inexplicably felt that a pair of eyes was quietly, unobtrusively watching him through the thick wooden panel, the engulfing tea smoke, and the noisy chatter.
