The proprietor of Auspicious Cloud Tower slowly rose from his seat, then stared intently at Su Yi. His brow gradually furrowed.

As if he’d encountered a conundrum as vast as the heavens themselves.

Finally, his lips parted. “Who… exactly are you?”

His tone was as icy, firm, and indifferent as ever.

But everyone could tell that the proprietor’s attitude had undergone a subtle, inscrutable shift.

Su Yi smiled, then overturned the jug of wine, spilling its contents on the countertop. Then, he extended his finger, dipped it in the wine, and outlined something on the countertop.

One wondrous, flowing mark after another took shape at Su Yi’s fingertips, and before long, he’d outlined a strange diagram.

The proprietor watched with rapt attention throughout this entire process. When he recognized the diagram slowly taking shape, his hands shook uncontrollably, and he fell into a daze.

Now, even the two Ghost Serpents watching from a distance noticed that the proprietor’s attitude was increasingly strange.

As if he was astonished and flabbergasted, but more than that, wordlessly bewildered.

Ye Zishan...