The woman in the tavern sized Baili An up from head to toe for a long time, and her cool gaze was inexplicable.
After a moment, she spoke softly, her voice clear and pure, "Sir, you have traveled far. Here is a cup of poor wine, may I invite you to have a taste?"
Baili An set down the extinguished lantern in his hand and calmly said, "As far as I know, miss, you don't seem to be the owner of this tavern."
The woman lifted her deep gemstone-like eyes, nodding slightly, "I know, this tavern is a new outpost of your Demon Alliance."
Baili An's lips tightened, "Where is Qingxin?"
"Don't worry, she's unharmed. Though our stances differ, I have no reason to kill her. So..."
The woman gestured invitingly to Baili An, "Can I invite you to sit now?"
Baili An's gaze flickered slightly, but he did not refuse her invitation and sat down at the table.
