The battle had been fierce, and bloody. In the end, only two Mist Eye Sect disciples had survived—Senior Sister Meng and another man. Everyone else had died by Han Yu's hand or that of his comrades.
If not for Han Yu's Soul Skills, Soul Needle and Memory Echo though they might not have survived at all.
And now here she was, walking confidently through the streets of Wujing City as if that incident never happened.
Han Yu kept his hood low and his presence subtle, careful not to draw attention. He stayed at a distance, just far enough to seem like an idle passerby. With the chaotic flow of marketgoers, beggars, traveling merchants, and hawkers, it wasn't difficult to blend in.
Still, he stayed alert. Senior Sister Meng exuded an aura that prickled against his spiritual senses like faint mist—soft, pervasive, but dangerous. When he brushed her aura with his own Spirit Sense, he immediately pulled back.
Peak Qi Refining Realm.
