Behind the door, the light was bright.
The ceiling's exquisite chandelier was radiating light that merged with the afternoon sun, giving the whole tavern a bright and warm look, and the people asleep on the tables added a lazy feeling to the warmth and brightness.
Anyone who saw this scene would feel drowsy unconsciously.
It wasn't a natural influence.
It was artificial!
Jason's experience and perception were telling him this.
Then, quite naturally, Jason's gaze was drawn to the only sober person inside the place.
The man had white hair, a sharp look in his eyes that couldn't be concealed by the light or the sunshine, and there was a noticeable scar on his left eye, stretching from his forehead to his cheek, which gave him an imposing presence.
At that moment, the man was sitting outside the bar, swirling his glass of drink and sizing up Jason as he walked in.
Although the man was dressed ordinarily and wasn't carrying any weapons, his aura... was powerful!