It’s Hard to Find a Soulmate

What does this guy think he’s doing?

Bai Ci sighed inwardly, already calculating how to counter Luo Yu’s sudden attack.

The next instant—just as the blade neared his throat—a strange black glow erupted like a magnetic field, launching Luo Yu backward thirty meters in an explosive rebound.

What was that?!

Luo Yu flipped to his feet, cloak flapping wildly in the wind. His mind reeled.

A domain created from pure magic—dispelling my strike effortlessly, as casually as taking a sip of water…

“No incantation. No gestures. It completely defies the fundamental laws of sorcery…”

His grip on the dagger tightened instinctively.

“Only a Sorcerer beyond Sixth Tier could achieve this…”
“What is this person?”

For Luo Yu—the heir of the Shiyu Church—this was the first time regret had flickered in his heart.

Was attacking him really the right choice?

He stared at Bai Ci standing dozens of meters away—calm, untouchable, like a god among mortals.

Meanwhile, Bai Ci had no idea about the storm raging in Luo Yu’s mind.

To him, Luo Yu was just another insignificant nuisance.

After all, he was only passing by on his way back to the inn…

“You people treat guests like this?”

Bai Ci couldn’t help but laugh at the other man’s over-the-top seriousness.

“Guests?”

Luo Yu chuckled—a strange, unsettling sound.

“So you’re not from Sin City?”

I’m not even from this world…

Bai Ci thought, but wisely kept that to himself.

Instead, he made up an identity on the spot:

“No. I’m more of an adventurer.”

“You’re lying.”

“No adventurer would come here.”

Uh… Bai Ci hadn’t expected his lie to be exposed so quickly. He shrugged helplessly.

“Alright, fine—I got lost.”

Luo Yu narrowed his eyes, studying Bai Ci intently:

“But I don’t care who you are.”
“What I want to know is—how did you get into this city?”
“Are you with the Holy Heaven Army?”

“No. And I don’t have to answer that.”

Bai Ci’s tone turned cold.

“If you’re not,” Luo Yu took a step forward, locking eyes with him, “then we might share a common enemy.”
“You’re not with them…”
“And you should hate them. Because that’s exactly what they are.”

Bai Ci stayed silent.

Did he hate the Holy Heaven Army? Not really. He just didn’t like them.

But whether they hated him? That was a different story.

“Lord Luo Yu.”

A hooded figure appeared silently behind Luo Yu, interrupting them. His voice was low, hollow.

“The High Priest requests your presence. Please return to headquarters.”

“Ah……”
“Now?”

Luo Yu frowned, irritation plain on his face.

The hooded man bowed lower. “Master, the High Priest says it’s urgent…”

“Ugh, that old fool’s piling work on me again… He’s got plenty of lackeys now—why does he always drag me into things?” Luo Yu grumbled internally.

He didn’t want to deal with the High Priest—but appearances had to be maintained. That was the worst part.

“Sir, I’m just following orders… please don’t make this difficult for me…”

The hooded man sensed Luo Yu’s displeasure and sounded near tears.

If he failed to bring the young master back, he’d be blamed for incompetence—again.

Luo Yu let out a resigned sigh.

“Fine. I’ll go handle something at the tavern first, then head over. You go back ahead.”

Hearing this, the hooded man exhaled in relief.

With Luo Yu’s promise, his mission was complete.

“Thank you for your understanding, sir!”

Luo Yu said nothing, waving him off.

Once the hooded man hurried away, Luo Yu turned to Bai Ci, offering an unexpected invitation:

“Want to come to the tavern with me? My treat.”

Bai Ci shook his head. “Sorry. A friend’s waiting for me at the inn.”

And honestly, he had zero interest in the feud between the Shiyu Church and the Holy Heaven Army.

“What a shame,” Luo Yu shrugged. “Maybe another time.”

“But if you want to know more about this city…”
“About those monsters… and the Holy Heaven Army…”
“Then follow me.”

With that, he leapt gracefully onto the rooftops, cloak billowing, vanishing into the shadows after just a few bounds.

For Luo Yu, the rooftops were the best way to navigate Sin City.

On the streets, corpses littered the ground—making walking nearly impossible.

But the rooftops? Wide, open, and perfect for surveillance.

“About those monsters…”

Bai Ci watched Luo Yu disappear, deep in thought.

If it’s related to Garuda, I’m definitely interested.

“Interesting.”

Bai Ci jumped up, following the path Luo Yu had taken—relying on memory and instinct.

“You came.”

Soon after, Luo Yu glanced at Bai Ci appearing behind him, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

“If your information doesn’t satisfy me… I might just kill you.”

Bai Ci chuckled.

Luo Yu knew Bai Ci wasn’t joking.

From their brief clash earlier, he understood—this man had over a hundred ways to end his life.

“You know what Sin City’s situation is like?”

Luo Yu asked the powerful, enigmatic youth before him.

“More corpses than living people? Is that what you mean?”

Bai Ci recalled his days in the city.

Honestly, he wasn’t exaggerating.

The piles of bodies—both human and monster—still made his stomach turn when he thought about them.

“It’s not that bad…”

Luo Yu sighed. To an outsider, his city looked like a ruin. No one would feel proud.

See? The new facilities we’ve built lately—they look pretty decent, don’t they?

He pointed toward a cluster of buildings in the distance.

Bai Ci nodded. He’d passed through there during the day.

Truthfully, it wasn’t bad. At least he hadn’t needed to cover his nose the second he entered.

Luo Yu, seeing Bai Ci’s silence, continued casually:

“In the end, we owe it to the nobles in the capital. They funded the reconstruction.”
“Even though Sin City’s been abandoned, officially it’s still their territory. They need to keep up appearances.”

“A show of goodwill?” Bai Ci said.

He could tell—despite Luo Yu’s unstable temperament (attacking him on sight with a dagger)—he wasn’t some classic villain.

His instincts were rarely wrong.

“Who knows? If you wanted to win hearts, would you do it with such a condescending attitude?”

Luo Yu laughed.

Then, as if to pass the time on the way to the tavern, he mimicked a noble’s pompous tone:

“Ahem! In the name of Yundu Empire’s glory, O suffering citizens of Sin City—accept the benevolence of the capital!!”
“Special Aid Package Includes:”
“One rusted sword!”
“One lame, half-dead horse!”

Bai Ci almost cracked a smile. His lips twitched.

Never expected this guy—seemingly unhinged—would have such a sharp sense of humor.