It was nearing the dead of night. The streets were devoid of people, eerily quiet as if a storm was imminent.
In the streets of Seoul, South Korea, a shadow darted swiftly under the dim streetlights, running at such speed that it was comparable to a high-speed train, kicking up a gusty rush of wind.
If anyone passed by, they would undoubtedly be startled by this speed.
Regrettably, there was no one on the street. At this moment, most people were already in dreamland, and this place was far from the bustling areas.
"Huh…"
Upon arriving in front of a large building, Zhang Xian's brows furrowed tightly upon spotting two figures lingering at the entrance, smoking and chatting idly.
Not far ahead, the two were both masters of the Innate Realm, one an East Asian, and the other Caucasian, conversing in English.
