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Chapter 257: Going Northwest

The VIP room was graced by the entrance of a young, beautiful lady clad in black, shiny armor.

Her aloof expression hinted at a demeanor that demanded respect, and her striking features only heightened the allure.

Shoulder-length red hair gracefully fell around her, framing a face adorned with deep emerald green eyes.

The armor accentuated her well-maintained, golden-clean legs and a figure that was both moderate in the chest and well-endowed at the backside.

With a confident gait, she exuded an air of authority that captivated the attention of everyone in the room.

As her presence filled the space, the innkeeper's jaw dropped to the ground in sheer disbelief, while the young man merely raised a brow before returning to his normal expression.

The young man couldn't help but question her earlier statement, "Why do you say so?" he asked when the lady approached their table.

The lady, seemingly unperturbed by the question, focused her attention on the hooded young man sitting down.

Attempting to read him with her spirit sense, she encountered an unexpected resistance.

Every attempt to delve deeper was met with a powerful force that repelled her efforts.

Curiosity etched on her face, she persistently tried several times, only to face the same barrier.

It was as if an invisible shield surrounded the young man, preventing any intrusion into his spiritual realm.

Intrigued and slightly perplexed, she couldn't detect any cultivation aura emanating from him, leaving her to question the nature of the mysterious force that guarded his true identity.

The young lady, tired of attempting to unravel the mystery surrounding the hooded young man, responded with confidence.

"The rumor about the mysterious Butterfly Gorge has been flying around this region for decades, but no one has ever seen anything like that. After searching for years, we concluded it was just a myth," she declared, her voice carrying an air of authority.

As her words hung in the air, the Innkeeper, awakening from his stupor, gazed once again at the mesmerizing lady.

Swallowing hard, he mustered the courage to speak, "W-Why haven't I heard of such a rumor?" H was puzzled and he awaited an explanation but the respond that came from the lady was not what he was expecting.

"Who are you? In this region, you're nothing more than an Innkeeper," the lady retorted, her words cutting deep into the Innkeeper's pride.

The bright smile that had adorned his face moments ago transformed into an unsightly expression. He attempted to defend his claim, but the words seemed to stick in his throat.

Looking at the stunned Innkeeper, the lady snorted dismissively and shifted her attention to the hooded young man.

"How do you know of such a secret?" she questioned, her brow knitted with suspicion.

The young man, unfazed by the Innkeeper's discomfort and the lady's skepticism, leaned back in his chair, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

"Some secrets are best kept in the shadows," he replied cryptically, his tone measured and calm.

The lady's emerald green eyes narrowed as she studied him further, the mystery surrounding the hooded young man deepening.

The Butterfly Gorge, once thought to be a mere myth, had unexpectedly resurfaced in conversation in this backward village.

The lady, despite her curiosity about the unfolding mystery, had more pressing matters to attend to, prompting her to leave the table abruptly.

As she made her way through the inn, she heard the voice of the hooded young man addressing her.

"Can you tell me the general direction of the Butterfly Gorge?" he inquired.

"Go Northwest," she responded dismissively, her attention already shifting to other concerns.

"Northwest!" the Innkeeper exclaimed, his eyes widening in astonishment.

The hooded young man, seemingly unperturbed by the reaction, questioned further, "Is there something wrong?" His raised brow betrayed a mild curiosity.

"I guess you're not as ignorant as you look," the lady remarked from her table, her voice carrying a tinge of arrogance.

"You!" The Innkeeper, brimming with fury, restrained himself when he remembered the potent aura emanating from the lady's body.

It was a stark reminder of the vast difference in their cultivations.

Despite her youth, she stood at the peak of the Foundation Building realm, a level of power that demanded respect even from the village head.

"What happened to Northwest?" the young man's voice brought the Innkeeper out of his reverie.

He blinked twice and cleared his throat. "Hmm. Hmm. The Northwest is a deadly zone filled with terrifying monsters, and apart from that, there are many bandits on that route."

"Oh, I see," a look of realization appeared on the young man's face. "Thank you," he said to the lady who sat in the distance.

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The lady merely raised her brow in response before resuming her enjoyment of tea.

The young man paid little attention to her reaction, placing a gold coin on the table before leaving the inn.

"A gold coin!" The Innkeeper exclaimed, drawing the attention of everyone in the VIP room.

The lady turned her gaze towards the shiny gold coin and then shifted her focus to the exit.

The generous payment raised suspicions, and she couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the hooded young man than met the eye.

Shaking her head, she decided to dismiss it for the time being, returning her attention to her drink.

The urgency of her mission pressed upon her thoughts, and worry etched lines of concern on her face.

"I need to hurry up and meet the prefecture lord before my father and his men throw their lives away in this useless battle," she thought, contemplating the gravity of the situation.

Outside the village, the hooded young man continued his journey towards the northwestern part of the region.

While he had only received a general direction to the Reaper base, the specific path remained unknown to him.

Undeterred, he pressed on, determined to uncover the secrets surrounding the elusive Butterfly Gorge.

After walking for five hours straight, the sun began its descent, casting long shadows across the land.

Climbing over a hill, the hooded young man heard the distant echoes of a terrifying battle.

As darkness blanketed the landscape, he stood atop the hill, watching the chaotic scene unfold in the distance.

After observing the skirmish for a couple of minutes, he muttered to himself,

"What's she doing here?"

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