The inn was dimly lit by flickering candlelight.
The aroma of liquor and meat wafted to the nose—strangely, no noise from inside could be heard from outside, yet within it was a clamor of "human" voices.
One after another, the patrons were drinking and eating meat in the inn.
Some were toasting and drinking in turns.
Some were spouting nonsense and boasting.
Fan Wu felt it was really hard to keep a low profile because just a few breaths after he stepped into the inn, all eyes turned toward him and focused on his presence.
He looked around inside the inn and could only sigh inwardly: 'There are indeed many!'
Why would he think that?
Because... the "patrons" in the inn looked just like humans, and at first glance, one might indeed believe they were people.
But who could see their respective supernatural attributes like Fan Wu could?
They could not hide their forms from Fan Wu!
The attributes piled up densely together.
