At the same time, a mile away from the manor where Su Changkong resided, a man paused slightly in a small alley.
The man was tall and robust, dressed in gray clothes, and wearing a bamboo hat, underneath which was a distinct face, weathered with age, looking every part the wandering swordsman.
"Clang, clang, clang!"
The long, iron case on the man's back trembled incessantly, as if trying to free itself from restraints, which made him frown, "The Purple Soul is shivering? Has it sensed the presence of Demon Monsters?"
"Quiet down."
The man patted the iron case on his back, and the vibrations inside gradually ceased.
His frown deepened in contemplation, "Could there be Monster Warriors lurking in Feiyun City? However... I have urgent matters to attend to. I'll deal with this when I return."
