Inside a luxurious tavern in the city, Qin Yi and his companions were feasting, while the shopkeeper and the waiter cautiously attended to them, occasionally wiping the cold sweat from their foreheads.
Outside the main door, Qi Refiners kept peeking in.
This is power.
In this world, power is everything.
All Qi Refiners were terrified; having killed a Netherworld General, so many Netherworld Envoys, and even the City Lord, yet they dared to come here brazenly to eat — such is the arrogance of Qin Yi and his companions.
Qin Yi waved his hand, signaling the shopkeeper and the waiter to leave; they had something to discuss.
The shopkeeper and waiter left quickly, as if granted amnesty.
Qin Yi looked at Lang Ya, "Little Wolf, do you still remember the way to Dragon Island?"
Lang Ya nodded slightly.
"Very well, once we've finished this meal, we will head to Dragon Island."
