Xia Nan watched the man standing at the counter below exuding a gloomy aura.
Like a blood-stained old sword worn by the years.
His sandpaper-like rough dark skin carved deep grooves into his face, and his short gray-brown hair, streaked with silver, grayed at the temples;
The hooked nose and deep-set eyes under shadowy brows added a more foreboding quality to him.
The "Resting Dragon Nest" tavern was quite busy, and after Xia Nan and the others arrived in the hall, the number of guests coming and going at the entrance increased even more.
But never had there been someone like this; even without saying anything, just by pushing open the door and stepping inside, he captured the attention of many patrons, as if the presence alone quieted the entire hall.
The oppressive aura around the man, transmitted almost tangibly by his emotional fluctuations, seemed to belong to someone of great strength alone.
Undoubtedly, he was a highly capable adventurer.
