In the tavern.
Beside a table, a young man with tied-up hair and black eyes was holding a wine glass, sipping hot fruit wine, letting the warm flow fill his body to resist the cold dampness. He wasn't extraordinarily handsome, but his deep eyes had a diamond-like enchanting glow.
"Hey handsome, you're drinking alone. Do you need someone to chat with? I'm Alice," said a beautiful woman with ear-length short hair as she approached him, her voice soft and melodious.
Lin Mo lifted his head, glanced at her, and smiled slightly, apologizing: "Beautiful lady, I'm afraid I don't have time to chat with you today."
"Hmm?" The
woman was slightly stunned. Rarely did a man reject her so decisively. Just
at this moment, the woman's expression changed slightly. The mercenaries drinking in the tavern also stopped talking and their actions, lifting their heads in amazement.
Any cultivator could sense the nine exceptionally powerful auras appearing above the tavern.
"What's happening?"
