Li Xian and the others smoothly entered the city. The streetlights glowed like daylight.
His face was smeared with mud and ash, concealing his features. But facial contours are hard to change, giving off a sense of "this place has no silver at all." If they were to meet eyes, it would inevitably expose him.
Li Xian was thorough in his thinking, secretly worried.
He then quickened his steps, staying ahead of Hu and Quan, to avoid eye contact. His broad chest provided forced support for Wen Caishang, her body tense, safety dependent entirely on Li Xian's handling.
In front of the tavern.
Li Xian pushed the door open and shouted, "Shopkeeper, quickly bring wine to honor these two lords!"
The waiter hurried to attend, seeing Li Xian's towering figure, yet holding a beautiful woman bound like a zongzi. Surprised, he wondered if perhaps it was the Flower Thief? Seeing Quan and Hu, with their ugly appearances, and terrifying wounds, he was so startled his legs went weak.
