Li Chunfeng saw two cultivators of similar age walk in. The senior brother looked rather refined, while the junior brother was somewhat unsightly in appearance.
The two were discussing the grandfather and grandson killed by Li Chunfeng. Li Chunfeng gently blew on his tea and listened as they continued.
"Senior brother, you must find out who did this and avenge Qiwei. Yesterday, she even said she would consider our relationship."
"Junior brother, why are you still so stubbornly persistent? Would an ordinary family open a tea house out in the desolate wilderness? Master said Qiwei was no ordinary person, and it seems that makes sense now."
"I, I..." The junior brother choked up, not knowing how to reply. It seemed that besides his idealized romantic longing, his mind was entirely blank.
"Can we really not find a single clue?" After a moment of silence, the junior brother spoke again with an expression of intense unwillingness.
"Junior brother—" The man dragged out his tone deliberately, unwilling to waste another word of advice.
"I know Qiwei's identity is extraordinary, but she was sincere to me! She had long wanted to quit being an assa— assas— in Moon Shadow."
The junior brother grew somewhat emotional as he spoke, but before he could finish, he suddenly collapsed.
His face pressed flat against the table, his pupils dilated, his mouth and eyes skewed, completely devoid of any breath of life.
"Junior brother! Junior brother!" The refined senior brother cried out in disbelief. He pushed the body, but the junior brother's entire form was limp and lifeless.
"Who is it? Who is killing people behind our backs?" His eyes swept across the people in the inn one by one, ready to strike at any moment.
They were disciples of the Fenghua Sect. Although the Fenghua Sect was not a massive sect, it was the top power in Feng City. Anyone wanting to crush an ant at the doorstep of the Fenghua Sect had to see if the sect permitted it, and to commit murder out in the open like this was an outright and contemptuous provocation against the Fenghua Sect.
The refined senior brother did not let a single suspicious person go, yet he truly could not tell who might be the culprit.
There were many ordinary people in the inn, and upon hearing that someone had been killed, instant chaos erupted as they fled in all directions, their screams endless.
Li Chunfeng felt no need to stay, having listened all day only to uselessly trivial news. Following the crowd, he left with an expression of being thoroughly "frightened."
Li Chunfeng knew the attacker had used a needle, directly piercing the junior brother's vital point, and that the person was not even inside the inn at all.
Li Chunfeng's spiritual veins had been severed, which could be considered a blessing in disguise; his already potent spiritual veins had been thoroughly stimulated, and his Ling Yun was extraordinarily powerful.
Consequently, the moment that hair-thin ice needle entered the inn, Li Chunfeng sensed its Ling Yun.
Yet Li Chunfeng's Illusion Power still needed improvement, and he had no wish to die before his ambitions could even begin. Perhaps life and death were also a form of cultivation, much like those who risked their lives to enter the Nether Wasteland.
The person who struck belonged to Moon Shadow. The reason they were so terrifying and mysterious was that no one knew anything about them at all.
Anyone who might know even the slightest hint would end up just like that junior brother, dying with their eyes open in resentment.
"A disciple of the Fenghua Sect has died!"
"Too many strange things have been happening lately!"
"Something major is bound to happen in Feng City!"
"The Nether Wasteland..."
People discussed the matter endlessly, offering various speculations until their gazes finally unified and looked toward the direction of the wasteland.
Though called a wasteland, it was by no means a flat plain; it contained mountains, rivers, swamps, forests—an unfathomable depth beyond imagination.
In Li Chunfeng's mind, the appearance of the wasteland surfaced once again, even though he had not yet set foot within the true depths of the wasteland.