"How strong is Xia Kun?"

Interest gleamed in Chen Hua's eyes.

If it really came down to a fight, he alone could force back Zhou Zhukong and Monk Bodhi, but managing to inflict such injuries while doing so would be much more challenging.

Fang Zhi and the others were also listening intently, because if Xia Kun had such means, then the other Abyss Envoys likely possessed similar techniques. Listening now would allow them to be better prepared in case they faced them in the future.

"Very strong!"

Monk Bodhi pondered for a moment before slowly speaking, then, glancing at Chen Hua, he added:

"At the very least, in terms of explosive power, he should not be weaker than you!"

"Can you elaborate on Xia Kun?"

Chen Hua's eyebrows rose, his interest becoming even more intense.

Meanwhile, in another part of the Abyss, Wan Tinggui had already led Liang Yi and the others into an inn within Redfeather City.

"Riyin Tower?"

Liang Yi looked up at the inn's signboard and muttered subconsciously.

Su Youyi surveyed the surroundings, noticing that although the city was bustling and the atmosphere seemed surprisingly normal, it lacked the strangeness, chaos, and madness usually seen in Abyss Cultivators.

She had thought the city would be more chaotic, but to her surprise, it was quite orderly. Even the Abyss Cultivators dining at Riyin Tower merely turned to glance at their arrival, and after realizing that this group was not to be trifled with, turned their attention away.

"Is it because of their presence?"

He Zhiqing caught sight of some ethereal figures lurking in the shadows, quietly observing everything.

"Spiritual bodies?"

Ke Mengzhan frowned slightly, sensing something off about the figures in the shadows.

Pang Qingshi also noticed that their presence in the city had been constantly under the watch of these shadows, which never left them for even a moment.

But thanks to the Illusion Moon Shadow Talisman and the secret techniques of the Senluo Wanxiang Sect, these shadows, which were at most of the Sixth Realm, naturally couldn't see through their disguise.

"It's the Shadow Souls, people of the Ghost Cultivator Duke Zuo Yongning, who maintain the order of the entire Redfeather City."

Wan Tinggui spoke silently, telepathically informing the others.

"Shadow Souls?"

Liang Yi pondered the name, feeling it quite fitting for these soul bodies dwelling within the shadows.

He was curious, however, as to how Zuo Yongning managed to preserve these mere spiritual bodies from dissipating without the use of a physical body, secret techniques, or exotic treasures. Normally, spiritual bodies would weaken over time without protection.

Even Elder Zi, who had reached Great Perfection in the Eighth Realm, had relied on the special attributes of the Purple Cloud Phoenix Extreme Secret Realm and the exotic treasures of the Purple Cloud Sect to sustain his spiritual body.

So, how were these spiritual bodies of at most the Sixth Realm being preserved?

"When can we eat? I'm starving here."

Old Man Jut tapped his stomach, overwhelmed by the delicious aromas filling the hall.

"Would you gentlemen like to dine or stay?"

As if he heard Old Man Jut's muttering, a beaming waiter approached Liang Yi with the question.

Liang Yi looked at Wan Tinggui; since Wan Tinggui had brought them here, they surely weren't just here to fill their stomachs.

"Do you still have the Plum Flower private room?"

Wan Tinggui took the initiative and asked with a smile.

"Yes, yes, the Plum Flower private room is available."

The waiter said cheerfully.

"Then book us the Plum Flower private room, and bring two jars of apricot wine. As for dishes, serve the top five signature dishes from the menu."

Wan Tinggui ordered as if he was a regular customer, familiar and at ease.

"Anything else to order?"

The waiter quickly jotted it down and continued to look at Wan Tinggui.

"Right, I'd like the Braised Mountain Carp Soup simmered on low heat, and it must be prepared by the chef himself."

Wan Tinggui spoke with a smile, enunciating every word.

Hearing this, the waiter's expression didn't change, but his smile became a touch brighter, and he bowed a little deeper.

"Please follow me to your private room... "

But before the waiter could finish, a piercing whizzing sound cut through the air.

Liang Yi's eyebrows raised, and he reached out with his right hand, casually tapping the air to his right.

Thud—

A dull sound echoed as a white jade wine jar hovered motionlessly in the air at the tip of Liang Yi's finger.

A cold light flickered in Su Youyi's eyes as she looked towards the table behind the wine jar.

Fang Zhi, Ke Mengzhan, and Pang Qingshi appeared calm on the surface but became inwardly alert.

"Since when did the dogs of Qingkong Sect start running around the Abyss?"

A frivolous and mocking voice rang out, instantly overpowering the din of the hall.

All the other patrons in the hall ceased their actions and turned to look at the source of the voice, a young cultivator wearing a brocade robe and holding a folding fan.

Those sitting with him were dressed in plain black robes, radiating deathly energy, their faces eerily pale as if they had never seen sunlight since birth.

Realizing the origins of this group, the rest of the patrons in the hall watched with anticipation, sizing up Liang Yi and his companions.

They were not interested in the feud between Ghost Travel Sect and Qingkong Sect but were very interested in a fight.

If this show wasn't interesting, they would kill the Ghost Travel Sect group for disturbing their meal. If it was engaging, then they might let it slide.

The young cultivator with the fan was not surprised when Liang Yi caught his sneaky attack but merely smiled and lightly waved his fan.