Chapter 706: Orphans, the Same Stubborn Fire!

After another few hundred meters, the lights ahead were close now, almost within reach. Boreas Sharp walked a while, then frowned. The black‑robed man noticed at once and spoke carefully. "Elder, what is it?" His brow unfurrowed, and he said evenly, "Nothing. I caught a stench I despise. Are there still many Eastern locals in this town?" The black‑robed man gave a dry laugh. "There are some, yes. We can only keep our local branch hidden as long as these lowborn locals are around. But rest...