The enchanting bathhouse

The two men casually strolled through the sect city. Many of the disciples were surprised to see the number one expert of the core disciples walking alongside someone. They weren't used to this sight. Ever since Luo Feng joined the sect, he never paid attention to anyone, always staying alone. This made everyone even more curious about the youth with white hair and crimson eyes. At the same time, they were confused—why was his face bloody and slightly distorted, as if he had just been beaten moments ago?

"Did that person offend senior Luo Feng?" someone from the crowd asked. Most of the people in this area wore light yellow robes, marking them as inner disciples.

"No, that wouldn't make sense. No one has ever survived after offending him," the person next to him replied. They looked nearly identical, like twins. They were surrounded by countless people, and no one dared speak without their approval.