In the dirty and dilapidated alley, a strong young man slowly walked out. His old cloak was still stained with fresh blood that had not yet dried.
His expression was ugly and there was a hint of anger in his eyes. He was like a volcano that could erupt at any time.
Judging from the smell of blood on his body, this young man must've fought with someone and killed more than one foreign cultivator.
Just as Tang Zhen was sizing up the youth, the other party had also discovered him and the two foreign cultivators who had died miserably at the entrance of the alley.
Frowning slightly, the young man looked at Tang Zhen with a trace of doubt in his eyes.
When they were in the tavern earlier, he did not pay too much attention to Tang Zhen, who was at the same table as him. He had even subconsciously ignored the other party's existence.