Just as he was about to step into the city gate, a cultivator swiftly approached from the side, his speed not too fast, slower than Han Yi's full speed. Han Yi slightly sidestepped and looked closely, his pupils narrowing.
The cultivator heading towards the city gate was wearing a set of glazed-colored brocade robe, his face cold and indifferent, with a hint of killing intent in his eyes.
What caused Han Yi's pupils to narrow was not the killing intent in the cultivator's eyes, but the fact that this cultivator was not among the forty-nine cultivators who had entered the Two Realms Mountain.
In the Holy Void Valley, despite the brief encounter, Han Yi managed to memorize the appearance and clothing of all the cultivators. With the strength of Han Yi's Divine Soul, there was no way he could forget.
This cultivator was not among the forty-nine of them. Could he be a native of this Immortal City?
