Night had completely fallen outside. The wind and rain had grown fiercer, and peals of thunder rumbled from time to time.
Wang Chen had just finished a jar of aged Daughter Red. Every table in the inn's main hall was already occupied, and several more groups of guests had arrived after him, keeping the waiters running in circles.
But that was not the end of it.
Crack!
Accompanied by a thunderclap, the inn's doors were forcefully shoved open once more, and a group of jianghu wanderers rushed in through the rain.
There were more than a dozen of them. Most carried swords or wore sabers on their backs and were dressed in fitted martial attire. Among them, a young man in white was particularly eye-catching.
A gloomy-faced middle-aged man and an elderly man with white hair and beard stood guard at the young man's left and right.
Their sudden arrival caused the bustling, clamorous inn hall to fall abruptly silent.
Few of those present were greenhorns fresh from the mountains. At a glance, they could all tell that this group was unusual.
They had come in aggressively, each carrying an air of murderous intent. Several of them appeared injured, and the scent of wound medicine wafted from their bodies.
The handsome young man was clearly the heart of this group.
The sinister-looking middle-aged man asked the innkeeper behind the counter, "Innkeeper, are there any rooms left?"
The innkeeper gave a bitter smile. "My guest, I'm terribly sorry, but we're full."
The middle-aged man frowned. "Not even one room can be cleared out?"
The innkeeper replied with an apologetic smile, "There really aren't any left."
The middle-aged man immediately slapped down a large silver ingot. "Think again, carefully!"
While he was negotiating with the innkeeper, the young man in white swept