"Boss, it looks like something happened up ahead." Yao Ziyan hurried over to Luo Chuan's side.
Luo Chuan nodded, his expression still relaxed. "Come on. Let's go see what happened."
The law that the protagonists' group was bound to encounter an incident whenever they went out—he had not expected it to actually come true.
Most of the other customers reacted much the same way as Luo Chuan. Having something exciting to watch before resting was quite nice.
Snow Maple Pavilion was considered the most famous lodging in all of Qichuan. Whenever the Month of Cold Winter arrived, many travelers drawn by its reputation chose to stay here, most of them people of no small status and strength.
"...What?! Snow Maple Pavilion isn't open to the public?! Who gave you the nerve to do this?!"
"My apologies, but this is the City Lord's order. We can only comply."
"Then you need to give us an explanation today! We came all this way, yet we can't even find a place to stay!"
"There are many other lodgings in Qichuan. You may choose somewhere else."
"Do you know who we are?!"
"We do not take the initiative to inquire into our guests' privacy."
"You..."
A wooden fence surrounded the exterior of Snow Maple Pavilion. Even in winter, with snowflakes dancing through the air, lush green branches and leaves still grew upon it. By appearances, its decorative purpose greatly outweighed any practical use.
After all, even Spirit Sensing cultivators could easily leap over a fence of that height.
Faint, obscure spiritual energy flowed underground, completely covering the entire area. A formation had likely been inscribed there.
More than a dozen richly dressed young people stood gathered before the entrance, their faces filled with anger, while the uniformed attendants wore professional smiles.
When Luo Chuan