As if by prior agreement, the once boisterous inn fell into an instant, absolute silence.
Every cultivator at the surrounding tables, following the innkeeper's gaze, turned their eyes toward the two figures at the corner table.
One was a young man with long black hair, dressed in a red and black robe with patterned cloud-motif sleeves. His hair was tied back loosely, with a few strands hanging over his temples, lending him an air of effortless, unrestrained grace.
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