"This is a good place," said Qin Yuan.
When he inhaled the air hard enough, he could smell the scent of blood at various distant points.
Jiang Xin took a step, walking towards a certain point in the city.
There was a square in the center of which was a stone platform.
A purple-haired youth sat cross-legged on the platform, embraced a long sword, and closed his eyes, ignoring the gazes of those around him.
From people's talk, the young man's name turned out to be Ling.
He was a Paragon who had never lost in this world.
Every day, he cultivated on that stone platform, waiting for someone to challenge him.
"Is he one of them?" Qin Yuan asked Jiang Xin.
The latter nodded.
She said, "besides not having a faction, this young man also has some strong friends, so one of the keys will be handed over to him."
"Well, I'll take care of him," Qin Yuan replied, stepping towards the young man.
