Luo River, a wine shop.
The misty rain was incessant, blurring the distinction between day and night, much like the current state of the world, where right and wrong were indistinguishable.
Jiu Zhenjun had ended a day's business, accumulating enough through selling Spiritual Wine to passersby with great talent to fulfill the First Level. Although it might be slow, it was safer.
Suddenly, a faint scent of blood wafted through the air as two young Taoists hurried in, their cloud-patterned boots crossing the threshold and leaving behind bloodstains.
"Do you have any rooms available?" asked a voice that was pleasant to the ear, both masculine and feminine.
Jiu Zhenjun looked up to examine the two Taoists. One had the aura of a Heavenly Person, with a look of heartfelt wonder; the other was a handsome man, severely injured.
Both wore the same Taiji and Bagua Taoist robes, a common attire of the Daoist. The subtle patterns suggested they belonged to the Sanqing Taoist Sect.
