As for the innkeeper whose inn had been temporarily occupied by Lu Xuan, he had never shown himself.
No one knew whether he was dead, or whether Zhao Sheng standing guard here like a door god had kept the innkeeper from daring to approach.
At that moment, a terrifying aura seeped out from the inn, like thunder and lightning before a torrential storm, filling Zhao Sheng with dread.
Inside a small house not far from the inn.
Four people sat in the courtyard, their faces solemn as they quietly gathered around a small stone table.
They were Mo Ronghua of the Mirror Platform Prefecture Blackbird Guard, along with three Yellow Envoys of the Blackbird Guard.
"What terrifying power!"
Mo Ronghua was the first to sense the horrifying aura. He rose from his stone stool and stared toward the inn with an unusual expression.
"It seems this newly appointed Blackbird Envoy of White Path Prefecture is far from simple!"
"But that makes sense. Anyone who dares demand that this old man give him an explanation certainly isn't easy to get along with."
Mo Ronghua had long since learned some details from his Yellow Envoys.
That person had actually demanded that he give an account for the matter involving those two great demons.
Feeling that terrifying pressure, Mo Ronghua had a bad premonition in his heart.
His original intention to meet the other party began to waver as well.
Why do I feel as if I'm walking into the tiger's mouth?
Sigh, forget it, forget it!
Since I'm already here, I can only meet him.
Meanwhile, Lu Xuan, the source of such a terrifying disturbance, sat cross-legged on the open ground.
The bodies of the two great demons had completely vanished.
In a corner of the inn lay several white beast bones—the