After all, the ones doing the work were still those Ghosts from the Rakshasa Ghost Market.
Last time, I had somewhat offended those people, and this time it just so happened to be a good opportunity to find an excuse to have a chat.
When passing by the riverside night market, Wen Yan casually ordered a cup of lemon tea.
As his gaze casually swept over, a massive blood-red exclamation mark suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
That exclamation mark, when Wen Yan turned his gaze back to the lemon tea stall, transformed into a blood-red "danger" sign, flashing persistently.
"Don't look anymore.
It's an extremely dangerous existence; the moment you see him and confirm his identity, he will sense it.
The moment he harbors the intent to kill, right then and there, you would be undoubtedly dead.
You haven't seen anything, nor have you felt any danger."
