Swimming City.
An old-town coffee shop.
The place is fairly upscale and almost full.
There is nothing different from the outside world.
The people who come here have quite a bit of free time.
Adrian, covered in blood, yet nobody pays him any attention.
In Swimming City, almost everyone carries a box of hidden weapons at their waist.
There are no good people who come here.
The city of sin isn't named so without reason.
The two find a seat towards the back and order two cups of coffee.
"I know a bit about the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance," Julius Reed says behind a veil, casually passing a bottle of medicine to Adrian: "I've heard that the Grandmaster isn't dead. How come there's a new Grandmaster already? Are those people not afraid of the Grandmaster returning and chopping off their heads?"
