Chapter 153: Little Bird in a Cage

The pitter patter of steps sounded from behind us as we walked through the cobblestone streets. Gisael glanced back and then up at me and I shrugged.

I looked left and right. "Which one was it?"

Gisael peered up the unfamiliar streets and then turned back. "Where is the abode of the white cloaks?"

Peppin halted and a mix of emotion ran across her face. It was like we caught her with her hand in the cookie jar. She titled her head and her eyes narrowed then she pointed.

I stood with my hands on my hips until she took the hint and took the lead. Despite not carrying the humungous qi core we were still a sight as we walked up the streets of Salastria. The city folk were different shapes, sizes and colours but I only saw humans - or as we called them in this world - men.