"Who's up there?"
Wei Geng and his dozen companions immediately raised their heads, shielding the Moon Lord and Yue Feiyan behind them.
On the rooftop sat a man dressed in a flowing white robe, one hand propping his chin, watching them with a faint smile.
Beside him stood a masked woman, and another with her head wrapped in cloth.
The sudden appearance, coupled with their leisurely demeanor, gave them a mysterious and unfathomable aura.
"Luciel? Didn't you already return to the inn?" Yue Feiyan exclaimed in shock.
They had just been thinking about him moments ago—and now he appeared before them. The feeling was surreal.
"I saw it was getting lively over here, so I came to take a look." Luciel spread his hands with a relaxed smile, as if to say I'm just here to watch the fun.
"Moon Lord, are they acquaintances of yours?" Wei Geng asked cautiously.
The man gave him an overwhelming sense of danger—far stronger than facing even a high-tier beast.
