Those were a pair of dull eyes that suddenly sparkled with vibrancy as they shifted.
"I mean no harm," the owner of the eyes said.
It was not until that moment that the silhouette standing up from the shadows began to take a clear shape.
He turned out to be a handsome man of medium build with a slightly cold expression.
With sword-like eyebrows and frosty eyes, he naturally carried a unique presence.
Jiang Wang pressed his sword hilt and said, "Uninvited and possibly with different intents. Intruding without notice can hardly be considered good intentions, can it?"
At this moment, his place for meditative breathing was in an inn not far from the white stone square.
On the Floating Island, places like inns did not charge fees. Any Cultivator returning from battles in the wild could take what they needed for food, clothing, and other essentials, with the innkeeper later reclaiming the costs from the Floating Island Guarding Force.
