The two left the plaza together.
The cheers and discussions surrounding the execution gradually faded behind them as they moved through the bustling streets of the Imperial Capital.
Cultivators and mortals alike filled the avenues, all discussing the same topic—the fall of Wen Haoyu and the disgrace of the Azure Sun Holy Sect.
Yu Feiyan walked ahead leisurely, her posture graceful as always.
Bai Zihan followed half a step behind.
Outwardly, he appeared calm.
Inwardly, however, his mind remained vigilant.
After several turns through the crowded streets, Bai Zihan suddenly spoke.
"Princess, how about we sit somewhere here?"
Yu Feiyan glanced back at him with a faint smile.
"And where would Young Master Bai prefer?"
Bai Zihan casually gestured toward a lively tavern just ahead.
The building was large, its entrance wide open. Laughter, chatter, and the clinking of cups flowed out onto the street.
It was packed.
Almost every table was occupied.
